"Oh, why will you not help me?" she burst out, to add more softly:
"I shall never be happy without you!"

"You mean?" I gasped, retracing a step, and flinging my hat in a
corner.

"That I love you, Marcel - that I want you!"

"And you can forgive - you can forgive?" I cried, as I caught her.

Her answer was a laugh that bespoke her scorn of everything - of
everything save us two, of everything save our love. That and the
pout of her red lips was her answer. And if the temptation of
those lips - But there! I grow indiscreet.

Still holding her, I raised my voice.

"Ganymede!" I called.

"Monseigneur?" came his answer through the open window.

"Bid those knaves dismount and unsaddle."