De Artigny had disappeared, although I glanced about in search for him, as Cassion drew aside the tent flap, and peered within. He appeared pleased at the way in which his orders had been executed.
“’Tis very neat, indeed, Monsieur,” I said pleasantly, glancing inside. “I owe you my thanks.”
“’Twas brought for my own use,” he confessed, encouraged by my graciousness, “for as you know, I had no previous warning that you were to be of our party. Please step within.”
I did so, yet turned instantly to prevent his following me. Already I had determined on my course of action, and now the time had come for me to speak him clearly; yet now that I had definite purpose in view it was no part of my game to anger the man.
“Monsieur,” I said soberly. “I must beg your mercy. I am but a girl, and alone. It is true I am your wife by law, but the change has come so suddenly 113 that I am yet dazed. Surely you cannot wish to take advantage, or make claim upon me, until I can bid you welcome. I appeal to you as a gentleman.”
He stared into my face, scarcely comprehending all my meaning.
“You would bar me without? You forbid me entrance?”
“Would you seek to enter against my wish?”
“But you are my wife; that you will not deny! What will be said, thought, if I seek rest elsewhere?”
“Monsieur, save for Hugo Chevet, none in this company know the story of that marriage, or why I am here. What I ask brings no stain upon you. ’Tis not that I so dislike you, Monsieur, but I am the daughter of Pierre la Chesnayne, and ’tis not in my blood to yield to force. It will be best to yield me respect and consideration.”