"I will not tell you that."
"You know the penalty?"
"Yes, and I do not care. I tell you so much, but not that."
Her voice was so inflexible, so cold and so indifferent that he felt defeat at hand.
"Leave it for the present, then. Have you sold them?"
"No. They would not pay the price."
"And you are waiting till they increase their offer?"
"Perhaps."
"Perhaps!" he echoed. "But you mean to sell them?"
She smiled faintly.