“As it is,” she interrupted, “permit me to doubt your word in that respect, Count Cadillac.”

Again he bowed without replying.

“I wish you to tell me where you are taking me,” she said.

“To Anjou,” he replied laconically.

“To your château in France?”

“Yes.”

“For what purpose?”

“To make you my wife, when we arrive there, if in the meantime I am permitted to win your consent.”

“You are at least frank.”

“Yes.”