He knew it was wiser to insist upon no more; her temper would never brook it.

He knew he could count upon her honor and her pride to fulfill her part of the bargain if she were not exasperated beyond bearing.
"I will explain everything to Lord Tancred at luncheon," he said, "that you will receive him this afternoon, and that then you are going to Paris, and will not return until the wedding.

You will concede the family interviews that are absolutely necessary, I suppose ?" "I have already said so; only let them be few and short." "Then I will not detain you longer now.

You are a beautiful woman, Zara," Francis Markrute said, as he rose and kissed her hand.

"None of the royal ladies, your ancestresses, ever looked more like a queen." And he bowed himself out of the room, leaving her in her silence.
When she was alone she clenched her hands and walked up and down for a few moments, and her whole serpentine body writhed with passionate anger and pain.
Yes, she was a beautiful woman, and had a right to her life and joys like another--and now she was to be tied, and bound again to a husband! _"Les Infames!"_ she hissed aloud.