"God will bless you, Monsieur--" He drew his hand away, but without roughness.

"Let us say no more, Mademoiselle," he begged.
"But I will," she answered him.

"I am not without heart, Monsieur, and now that you have given me this proof of the deep quality of your love, I--" She paused, as if at a loss for words.
"Well, Mademoiselle ?" he urged her.
"I have it in my heart to wish that--that it were otherwise," she said, her cheeks reddening under his gaze.

"If it were not that I account myself in honour bound to wed M.le Vicomte--" "Stop!" he interrupted her.

He had caught at last the drift of what she was saying.