Oh, you must believe me. ’ Chapter Six Creeping along the dark narrow passage, with lantern held well ahead to keep her step steady on the uneven stones—and to warn her of the advent of rats— Melusine kept her long petticoats fastidiously clear of the dirt with an efficient hand, a habit she had learned in the convent. Here he found another strong door, making the fifth he had encountered. He was only a younger son, and you know what trouble we had. Her eyes travelled about the room as if in appeal to the very chairs. I do—with all my heart. He had this thing for his twin daughters. “I will come—with pleasure,” she said, “if you will promise to treat me as a new acquaintance—not to refer to—Paris—at all. ’ ‘Because you are a pig!’ retorted Melusine hotly. No one will ever love you as I love you now. The kindly faced landlady had failed to catch his name, and said he was a tall, handsome gentleman with a great black mustache. But it was only when that damned scoundrel nearly spitted you in the chapel—’ He broke off and, to her intense satisfaction she saw he was not as much in command of himself as he would have her believe.
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