It was out of the question; of that he was thoroughly convinced, even in the beginning.
So far as Genevra was concerned, on her part it could mean no more than a diversion, a condescension to coquetry, a simple flirtation; it meant the passing of a few days, the killing of time, the pleasure of gentle conquest, and then--forgetfulness.

All this he knew and reckoned with, for she was a princess and he but a plebeian passing by.
At first she revolted against the court he so plainly paid to her in these last few days; it was bold, conscienceless, impertinent.

She avoided him; she treated him to a short season of disdain; she did all in her power to rebuke his effrontery--and then in the end she surrendered to the overpowering vanity which confronts all women who put the pride of caste against the pride of conquest.
She decided to give him as good as he sent in this brief battle of folly; it mattered little who came off with the fewest scars, for in a fortnight or two they would go their separate ways, no better, no worse for the conflict.

And, after all, it was very dull in these last days, and he was very attractive, and very brave, and very gallant, and, above all, very sensible.

It required three days of womanly indecision to bring her to this way of looking at the situation.
They rode together in the park every morning, keeping well out of range of marksmen in the hills.