She imagined that it meant that he might not be unwilling to accept such a bribe, and thereupon she set herself to plead with him.

He listened dispassionately, his hands behind his back, his eyes bent upon her, yet betraying nothing of his thoughts.

At last she brought her prayer for Ombreval's life to an end, and produced a small leather bag which she set upon the table, beseeching him to satisfy himself as to the value of the contents.
Now at last he stirred.

His face grew crimson to the roots of his hair, and his eyes seemed of a sudden to take fire.

He seized that little bag and held it in his hand.
"And so, Mademoiselle de Bellecour," said he, in a concentrated voice, "you have learnt so little of me that you bring me a bribe of gems.