“He sounds very disagreeable,” said Miss Thane.
“He is—very! And, do you know, I have suddenly thought that perhaps I had better marry him, because then he would have to show me his collection, and if I found the talisman ring it would make everything right for Ludovic.”
Miss Thane bent down to poke the fire. She said with a slight tremor in her voice: “But then if you did not find the ring it would be tiresome to have married him all to no purpose. And one has to consider that he might not wish to marry you.”
“Oh, but he does!” said Eustacie. “In fact, we are betrothed. That is why I have run away. He has no conversation. Moreover, he said that if I went to London, I should not find myself in any way remarkable.”
“He was wrong,” said Miss Thane with conviction.
“Yes, I think he was wrong, but you see he is not sympathique, and he does not like women.”
Miss Thane blinked at her. “Are you sure?” she said. “I mean, if he wants to marry you—”
“But he does not want to marry me! It is just that he must have an heir, and because Grandpère made for us a mariage de convenance. Only Grandpère is dead now, and I am not going to marry a person who says that he would not care if I went to the guillotine in a tumbril!”
“Did he really say that?” inquired Miss Thane. “He must be a positive Monster!”
“Well, no, he did not say exactly that,” admitted Eustacie. “But when I asked him if he would not be sorry to see me, a jeune fille, in a tumbril, and dressed all in white, he said he would be sorry for anyone in a tumbril, ‘whatever their age or sex or—or apparel’!”