"Kill Rupert?"
"Yes."
"Peridot may find consolation elsewhere."
Yvonne winced; but she had a purpose in mind, and persevered bravely. "Oh, please don't say such things!" she said. "I want you, Dear, to try and look at this affair through my eyes. I know my Bretons, and Madeleine must be saved, in spite of herself. Can you persuade Mr. Fosdyke to leave Pont Aven tomorrow?"
"He is going: not tomorrow, perhaps, but soon."
"Are you sure—quite sure?"
"He told me so himself today."
"If I could be certain he would go, I shouldn't speak to Lorry."
"How does it affect Mr. Tollemache? Is he too an admirer of Madeleine's?"
Then, despite her perplexities, Yvonne laughed. "No, of course not," she cried. "Didn't I imply that Peridot means to marry her?"