"This is too rude.

If I am but a merchant's daughter.

I am God's child.

Remember that I am alone.

Leave me; go! or I will call for help!" Eustace had heard or read somewhere that such expressions in a woman's mouth were mere facons de parler, and on the whole signs that she had no objection to be alone, and did not intend to call for help; and he only grasped her hands the more fiercely, and looked into her face with keen and hungry eyes; but she was in earnest, nevertheless, and a loud shriek made him aware that, if he wished to save his own good name, he must go: but there was one question, for an answer to which he would risk his very life.
"Yes, proud woman! I thought so! Some one of those gay gallants has been beforehand with me.