"What then, Da—I mean—well!—you understand?"
"You remember," she said, "that you did save my life once? Of course you do; you have but just referred to it."
"Is it in danger now? And am I to save it again?"
"My happiness is. I want you to save me from a man—a man who, though perhaps it may surprise you, wants to marry me."
"Ah! bah!" I said, forgetting my manners and jumping out of my chair, and beginning to walk about the room. "Bah! A man wants to marry you, indeed!" and I felt quite angry at the very idea of such a thing.
"It is strange that he should desire to do so, is it not?" she said, with a queer little, but very pretty, grimace. "All the same, it's the truth. It is indeed, Blue—I mean, my lord."
"Who is the fellow?"
"Oh!" she said, with another of her little shrieks. "The fellow! Why—er—Lord Trent—he is one of the scions of our royal house—of Austria and Spain."
"Shall I run him through? I will if he wants to marry you—and—and—you bid me do so."