'Eugenie is her name, Eugenie de Choiseul, the niece of the old Duke.' My reply seemed to give my cousin great satisfaction.

Her large dark eyes shone with pleasure.
'You are very attached ?' she asked.
'I shall never be happy until I see her.' 'And you would not give her up ?' 'God forbid!' 'Not for the Castle of Grosbois ?' 'Not even for that.' My cousin held out her hand to me with a charmingly frank impulsiveness.
'You will forgive me for my rudeness,' said she.

'I see that we are to be allies and not enemies.' And our hands were still clasped when her father re-entered the room..