The great question lay between herself and him alone.

Of that he was wholly certain.

He smiled again at the thought.

No, he was not afraid of Tudor.
"_Monsieur_ is well pleased," murmured Victor, with a flash of his round black eyes.
"Quite well pleased, _mon vieux!_" laughed back Piers "_C'est bien_!" said Victor, regarding him with the indulgent smile that he had bestowed upon him in babyhood.

"And _Monsieur_ does not want his other letter?
But no--no!" His voice was openly quizzical; he dodged a laughing backhander from Piers with a neat gesture of apology.