He was all unworthy of you.

Do not grieve, child.
So, so, that is better." She was looking up at him, smiling through the tears that suffused er eyes.
"I am weeping for joy, monsieur," said she.
"For joy ?" quoth he.

"Vertudieu! There is no end to the things a woman weeps for!" Unconsciously, instinctively almost, she nestled closer to him, and again his pulses throbbed, again that flush came to overspread his lean countenance.

Very softly he whispered in her ear: "Will you go to Paris with me, mademoiselle ?" He meant by that question no more than to ask whether, now that here in Dauphiny she would be friendless and alone, it were not better for her to place herself under the care of the Queen-Regent.

But what blame to her if she misunderstood the question, if she read in it the very words her heart was longing to hear from him?
The very gentleness of his tone implied his meaning to be the one she desired.