"I'll not spare you, I vow."
"Egad, ma'am, mercy never was a virtue of yours."
"Is it mercy you want in a woman?"
"I'll take what I want, not ask for it."
"Why, now you brag! And if there is not in me what monsieur wants?"
"So much the worse for us both. But you should have thought of that before."
"Faith, Harry, you take it sombrely." She made a wry mouth at him. "Pluck up heart. I vow I'll satisfy you."
"You'll not deny me anything you have."
She paused a moment. "Amen, so be it. And must we never smile again?"
"I wonder"—he took her hands; "I wonder, will you be smiling to-morrow when I am away to France."