"Why should I not? He's my cousin and—"
"And your suitor?"
She flung her head back proudly.
"I have no shame in that," she answered.
"You would accept his offer?"
"Since you ask, I will answer. Yes; I have promised my uncle I would."
"Good God!" said I, for I was very sorry for her.
The emphasis of my exclamation seemed to startle her afresh. I felt her glance rest on me in puzzled questioning.
"Did Constantine let you see the old woman whom I sent to him?" I demanded.
"No," she murmured. "He told me what she said."