She lay perfectly still, quite tranquil, looking up at him. Suddenly her expression changed.
"Is it likely?" she said, the tint of excitement in her cheeks.
"Do you think so?"
"I don't know. Is it?"
"It's perfectly possible I imagine."
"That you could fall in love with me?"
"Yes."
After a moment she laughed as a child laughs at the prospect of beholding wonders.
"Kervyn," she said, "please do so. I will give you every opportunity if you will remain at Trois Fontaines."
"I mean to remain in that vicinity," he said, meaningly; and she laughed again, deliciously, almost maliciously.