37/38 They had plighted their troth already, so it seems. She shall marry him of her own free will--or else go to Paris and stand her trial and the consequences." "They had plighted their troth, do you say ?" "Well--had you not, Monsieur le Seneschal ?" "We had, monsieur," said Tressan, with conscious pride; "and for myself I am ready for these immediate nuptials." "Then, in God's name, let Madame give us her answer now. We have not the day to waste." She stood looking at him, her toe tapping the ground, her eyes sullenly angry. And in the end, half-fainting in her great disdain, she consented to do his will. |