She played her last card.
"To what do I trust ?" she muttered with trembling lips.
"Yes, Mademoiselle," he answered between his teeth.

"To what do you trust--that you play with Tavannes ?" "To his honour, Monsieur," she answered faintly.

"And to your promise." He looked at her with his mocking smile.

"And yet," he sneered, "you thought a moment ago that I should strike you.

You thought that I should beat you! And now it is my honour and my promise! Oh, clever, clever, Mademoiselle! 'Tis so that women make fools of men.