"Jacques, fetch a chair. That is right; put it up here, near me. Now you can go. Mademoiselle, do me the favour to be seated."
Rose sat down, very near—dangerously near—the owner of the eyes.
"May I ask the name of the young lady whom I have been fortunate enough to assist."
"My name is Rosina—Rose Danton."
"Danton," repeated the young man slowly. "Danton; I know that name. There is a place called Danton Hall over here—a fine old place, they tell me—owned by one Captain Danton."
"I am Captain Danton's second daughter."
"Then, Miss Danton, I am very happy to make your acquaintance."
He held out his hand, gravely. Rose shook hands, laughing and blushing.
"I am much pleased to make yours, Mr. ——" laughing still, and looking at him.
"Reinecourt," said the gentleman.