The great man smiled benevolently upon the beauty.
“Whatever your heart desires, madam,” he replied gallantly.
Betty flashed a quick look at him.
“Will you indeed, my lord?” she asked archly; “what if I should ask a great boon—even half thy kingdom?”
Devonshire looked at the beautiful, flushed face and marvelled.
“Even that, dear Lady Betty,” he replied courteously, “even that.”
“I have your word, my lord,” she said, and laughed softly.
“And mine,” murmured Savile, in her ear, “you have not asked—but it is the whole of my kingdom.”
“Ah,” she said, and gave him a roguish glance, “I do remember—but not your entire trust in my decision!”
He blushed crimson. “I upheld my honor then,” he murmured, looking into her eyes; “my heart is yours—to break at will!”