"Or is it that you will not?" he asked insolently. "Supposing I agree that your influence shall prevail with me and that in the government of Morvaix you and I shall act together: you inspiring with your lofty motives, I executing with the powers at my command. If we try it for a year, two years, three years—any time you like to fix—what would be my reward?"
"The rich gratitude of a contented people, the respect of every man in Morvaix; hope in place of despair, prosperity instead of want, love where fear now lurks."
"Pshaw! I do not seek the love of such canaille, a mouthing mob as ready to shout 'Crucify' as 'Hosanna!' What reward would you yourself grant?"
"I should for ever bless and admire you."
"For ever is a long, indefinite time, and blessings and admiration may be but cold emotions. What would you do?" and he once more fixed his bold eyes upon her face.
"Again I say I do not understand what your lordship would have me say."
He paused in thought and then laughed abruptly, almost grimly.
"It is enough," he exclaimed, with a wave of the hand. "The thought pleases me, for I would gladly please you; believe that I will grant your petition"
"Oh, I thank you—" she burst in, when he checked her.
"Wait. I will grant it if you will fall in with my plan, will lend me your aid in the perilous task of government; will work with me and inspire me with your sweet counsel; and if you will consider what favour you will grant me in return. I will have my answer in a week from now, and until then we speak no more of this. Now I have to offer you my congratulations upon your approaching marriage, in which I take deep interest."
