"Cross-purposes, sir? I fail to understand you!"
"Yes? Have you ever been honest with me, Cleone?"
"Have you ever been honest with me, Mr. Jettan?" she said sharply.
"Yes, Cleone. Before you sent me away I was honest with you. When I came back, no. I wished to see whether you wanted me as I was, or as I pretended to be. You foiled me. Now I am again honest with you. I say that I love you, and I want you to be my wife."
"You say that you love me...." Cleone tapped her fan on her knee. "Perhaps you will continue to be honest with me, sir. Am I the only one you have loved?"
"You are the only one."
The blue eyes flashed.
"And what of the ladies of the French Court, Mr. Jettan? What of a certain duel you fought with a French husband? You can explain that, no doubt?"
Philip was silent for a moment, frowning.