“It is no use.”
“Enemies then?”
“Yes. Let us go indoors. I shall leave your house to-morrow.”
“I will do any penance that you inflict upon me.”
“I inflict nothing. I want this conversation to end and I want to go indoors.”
“I will go ahead of you.”
They walked up the pergola. He himself opened the terrace-door and let them in before him.
They went in silence to their rooms. The castle lay asleep in darkness. The prince struck a match to light the way. Duco was the first to reach his room.
“I will light you to your room,” said the prince, meekly.
He struck a second match and accompanied Cornélie to her door. Here he fell on his knees: