“Is it not enough?”
“There is something more, Pierre.”
“Thou hast not yet answered a question I put to thee but just now. Bethink thee, Isabel. The deceiving of others by thee and me, in a thing wholly pertaining to ourselves, for their and our united good. Wouldst thou?”
“I would do any thing that does not tend to the marring of thy best lasting fortunes, Pierre. What is it thou wouldst have thee and me to do together? I wait; I wait!”
“Let us go into the room of the double casement, my sister,” said Pierre, rising.
“Nay, then; if it can not be said here, then can I not do it anywhere, my brother; for it would harm thee.”
“Girl!” cried Pierre, sternly, “if for thee I have lost”—but he checked himself.
“Lost? for me? Now does the very worst blacken on me. Pierre! Pierre!”
“I was foolish, and sought but to frighten thee, my sister. It was very foolish. Do thou now go on with thine innocent work here, and I will come again a few hours hence. Let me go now.”