Can't you trust me, Violet ?" he implored, his voice softening.
The woman within her was fighting on his side.

She stifled her wounded feelings, crushed down her disappointment that he had not taken her at once into his arms and answered her upon her lips.
"Trust me, then," she replied.

"If you refuse my offer, don't hint at things you have to do.

Tell me in plain words why.

It is not enough for you to say that you cannot leave Monte Carlo.