She did not know what to make of this sudden change of front. Somewhat doubtfully she replied, 'Yes, Hugh, when you're nice to me.'
'You don't say that in the way you used to.'
'And you haven't kept all the promises you once made. You were never to speak a harsh word to me; never dream of quarrelling with me; I should always have my wish; you would always love me devotedly; and—oh! I don't know how many more.
He put his hand over her mouth, then caressed her half fondly, half nervously.
'I always love you, chérie. You know I do, so you must forgive me. And you will always remain faithful to me, won't you?'
'Yes,' she said carelessly.
'You will always take my part? You will protect me—'
She gave a short laugh. 'How can I protect you?' she cried, with some scorn. 'What's the matter with you, Hugh?'
He passed a hand across his forehead. 'I'm unsettled. I hardly know what I'm talking about to-night.'
'Go and lie down. I'll bring you something to drink presently.'