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Rh never speak to me afterwards, I must say what I want to say. This man is in love with you, it's my belief you're in love with him—Mila says so, and she knows. Now, granted that it is so (if it isn't there's nothing to be angry about), what I say is, how do you mean it to end? Will you marry him?"

Her face changed, flushed, and then grew pale again.

"Of course not! You know it is impossible!"

"Does he know why it is impossible?"

"No—why should he? Really you do not know what you are talking about. You are interfering, in the most uncalled-for manner, where there is not the slightest necessity for any interference."

"Then you are letting him fall in love with you in the dark, and when you have had enough of the sport will throw him over?"

"You grow very coarse, Clairvaux. Oblige me by dropping the subject."

"I didn't know I was coarse. That is what you are going to do. You accept all his court