"I prefer straight answers," she said coldly.
"Alas! Mistress, I should offend did I speak more plainly."
He had contrived to move a little in advance, so that he could look back into the pretty face only half concealed by the lace hood she had flung over her curls.
Her eyes certainly did not invite tender speeches.
"You mock me, my lord," she retorted, her chin tilted aggressively. "Your purpose in coming to Brittany concerned—concerned——"
He did not attempt to help her, but watched, with insolently admiring gaze, the hotly flushed cheeks and sparkling eyes.
"Concerned?"
"My brother Morice."
"Indeed!"
Passion brought her to a halt for all her haste to reach the house.