"My own right."
"Who gave it you?"
"A man seizes it. Do you think I don't hold myself as good as that French fellow De Rothan?"
She paused, and looked at him half-warningly.
"You try to seize too much. The Chevalier de Rothan is my father's friend. I——"
"You——"
"I have nothing more to say."
"I have. It is what I came for. And it concerns your good friend De Rothan."
She flashed her eyes at him, mistaking his grim sarcasm. They were on the edge of a quarrel, and very near to those bitter words that rise to the lips of passion.
