were indeed about to propose, she would this time cut off his hopes for good. But—was it that sort of a proposal?
As she managed to rid herself of her admirers, and descended to the conservatory, she was highly vexed with herself and the Franciscan, and so came to her appointment in no equable frame of mind. She found Maillard waiting in the old-fashioned conservatory; he had unmasked, and was puffing a cigarette. His heavy features and bold, shrewd eyes were fastened hungrily upon her as he came to meet her.
"By gad, Lucie, you're beautiful to-night!"
"Thanks, cousin Robert. Was it for that?"
"No! See here, where did you get that collar of jewels?"
"Indeed!" The girl proudly drew herself up. "What business is that of yours, sir?"
"Aren't you one of the family? It's our business to protect your rep"
"Be careful!" Anger trembled in her voice, cut off his words. "Be careful!"
"But damn it—Lucie! Don't you know that I want to marry you"
"My dear Robert, I certainly do not want
