“Then what do you want?”
“We’ll tell you that later. Have a little patience.”
Several moments passed in the carriage without the woman saying a word. She was huddled motionless against a window.
After some time had elapsed, the horses moderated their pace, one could hear the rain on the cover of the carriage. Suddenly Quentin heard the door-fastening rattle.
“Don’t be foolish, my lady,” he said rudely. “And don’t try to escape. It will be dangerous.”
“This violence may cost you dear,” murmured the Countess.
“Most assuredly. We men are prepared for anything.”
“But if you don’t want my money, what do you want? Tell me, and let us bring this affair to a close at once.”
“That is a secret that does not belong to me.”
“But, sir,” exclaimed the woman—“I’ll give you anything you want if you will only take me home.”