I desire to know why you were there at all, and why you married me." She turned from me, until I could see nothing but the coiled wealth of her hair and the bit of white neck between it and the ruff.

We stood so in silence, she with bent head and fingers clasping and unclasping, I leaning against the wall and staring at her, for what seemed a long time.

At least I had time to grow impatient, when she faced me again, and all my irritation vanished in a gasp of admiration.
Oh, she was beautiful, and of a sweetness most alluring and fatal! Had Medea worn such a look, sure Jason had quite forgot the fleece, and with those eyes Circe had needed no other charm to make men what she would.
Her voice, when she spoke, was no longer imperious; it was low pleading music.

And she held out entreating hands.
"Have pity on me," she said.

"Listen kindly, and have pity on me.