“No,” he said quietly. “Nothing is changed, dear. Our love is the same as it was before. Always remember that.”
“But we can’t every marry now.”
“No. We can’t marry—now. You’ll never have the Tormarin temper to bear with, after all!”
She laid her hand swiftly across his lips.
“Oh, it was dreadful!” she said, recalling the terrible scene which she had interrupted. “It—it hardly seemed—you, Blaise.”
“For the moment it wasn’t. It was the Tormarin devil—the curse of every generation. But I think that Varigny woman could turn a saint into a devil if she tried! She said something about you—and I couldn’t stand it.”
“Was that it? Then I suppose I shall have to forgive you”—with a pale little attempt at a smile.
But the half-hearted smile faded again almost instantly.
“Oh, Blaise, what would your temper matter if we could still be together?” she cried passionately. “Nothing in the wide world would matter then!”
Presently she spoke again.