"What is it ?" she said.

"For what are you waiting, sir ?" "I have something in charge for Madame Royaume," he answered.
"I will give it her," she returned sharply.

"Why did you not say so at once ?" And she held out her hand.
"No," he said hardily.

"I have it in charge for her hand only." "I am her daughter." He shook his head stubbornly.
What she would have done on that--her face was hard and promised nothing--is uncertain.

Fortunately for the young man's hopes, a dull report as of a stick striking the floor in some room above reached their ears; he saw her eyes flicker, alter, grow soft.