"It is yes," she answers, simply, frankly, and happily.
"Thank you," he says; "come, then, Mr. Langton is waiting for us."
Then, softened by her gentle mood and the sparkling beauty he cannot help but acknowledge, he says, with a dash of mischief:
"You are changed from this morning Reine. So you do not hate me after all?"
A spark of the morning's diablerie flashes into the bright eyes again.
"Yes, I do," she retorts, "and I am only taking you that I may torment you to death."
He checks the impatient sigh, and leads her to Mr. Langton.
"Sensible girl," he chuckles, beaming upon her. "Knew better than to refuse uncle's fortune, didn't you, Reine?"
She stares at him, her rosy cheeks grow pale.