'"And all the goddess in her step appears." Which means that you have the prettiest walk in the world, my dear--but whither are you taking me ?' She went steadily on, not deigning an answer.
'But--my charmer, let us parley,' he remonstrated, striving to maintain a light tone.

'In a minute we shall be in the town and--' 'I thought that we understood one another,' she answered curtly, still continuing to walk, and to look straight before her; in which position her hood, hid her face.

'I am taking you where I want you.' 'Oh, very well,' he said, shrugging his shoulders.

But under his breath he muttered, 'By heaven, I believe that the pretty fool really thinks--that I am going to fight for her!' To a man who had supped at White's the night before, and knew his age to be the _age des philosophes_, it seemed the wildest fancy in the world.
And his distaste grew.

But to break off and leave her--at any rate until he had put it beyond question that she had no underthought--to break off and leave her after placing himself in a situation so humiliating, was too much for the pride of a Macaroni.