More than once during the Seigneur's disclosure she had felt that she must cry out and fiercely repel the base insinuations against the man she loved.
"You would do it with discretion.

You are friendly with him, are you not ?--you talk with him now and then ?" She inclined her head.

"Very well, Monsieur.

I will go to Vadrome Mountain to-morrow," she said quietly.

Anger, apprehension, indignation, possessed her, but she held herself firmly.