"Marriage alters only the final initial. Are you, by any unhappy chance——"
"That's for you to find out! I didn't say I was! I believe you are making me tell you things!"
She threw back the lustrous hair that shadowed her cheeks and leaned forward, her shadowed eyes fixed intently upon him through the apertures of her golden mask.
"I'm beginning to wonder uneasily who you may be, Monsieur Harlequin! You alarm me a little."
"Aha!" he said. "I've told you I deal in magic! That you don't know who I am, even after that confession, makes me reasonably certain who you are."
"You're trying to scare me," she said, disdainfully.
"I'll do it, yet."
"I wonder."
"You'll wonder more than ever in a few moments.... I'm going to tell you who you are. But first of all I want you to fix the forfeit——"
"Why—I don't know.... What do you want of me?" she asked, mockingly.