She could not read his purpose, but she knew there was something, and answering him with a yes, had waited.

Had Gaston have come to her feet she would probably have got at the truth somehow, and have worked in his favour--the joy vice takes to side with virtue, at times--when it is at no personal sacrifice.

But Gaston was superior in a grand way.

He was simple, courteous, interested only.

This stung her, and she would bring him to his knees, if she could.