"You shall kiss me for it. One hard-earned kiss. Come, you must admit my terms are generous!"
"I won't! How dare you, sir! And it is my locket! You have no right to it!"
"What I find I keep! Come! The odds are equal, and in neither case do I open the locket."
"I—I thought you a gentleman!"
"So I am, Clo. Were I not—I'd take the price and then the locket. There's no one to see, and no one need know. Cleone—you lovely creature!"
Cleone wrung her hands.
"I should die of shame! Oh, Sir Deryk, please be kind!"
"Why should I be kind when you are not? You'll none of my terms? Very well!" He made as if to open the locket.
"No, no, no!" almost shrieked Cleone. "I'll do anything, anything! Only don't open it!"
"You'll play me?"