"The idea causes you amusement?"
His tone was not pleasant.
"Amusement," she said vaguely. Then, changing her tone, "Is it after all so necessary?"
"Altogether necessary. Remember your oath."
She changed colour, but clung to her point.
"Nay, but seeing—seeing he loves me?"
"Scarcely with such devotion that he would give up his inheritance to the brother of his adored."
She winced under the sneer.
"But will nothing else content you, mon frère? If I were his wife, I—I would arrange matters altogether to your will. You shall be lord in all but name. Consider, he is, after all, but a poor, weak fool, who will ever do my bidding."
Her words were rapid, and rang with a note of pleading, but Guillaume de Coray only frowned.