"She did not speak.

She could not promise, therefore." Tavannes ate the prune slowly, seemed to give a little thought to its flavour, approved it a true Agen plum, and at last spoke.
"It is not for you to say whether she promised," he returned dryly, "nor for me.

It is for Mademoiselle." "You leave it to her ?" "I leave it to her to say whether she promised." "Then she must say No!" Tignonville cried in a tone of triumph and relief.

"For she did not speak.

Mademoiselle, listen!" he continued, turning with outstretched hands and appealing to her with passion.