For she knew this--the count had become madly devoted to her! She could have had him! "Him, my dear, never!" cried Vandeuvres, forgetting himself and laughing loud.
"Why not ?" she asked, looking serious and slightly sobered.
"Because he's thoroughly in the hands of the priests, and if he were only to touch you with the tips of his fingers he would go and confess it the day after.

Now listen to a bit of good advice.

Don't let the other man escape you!" She was silent and thoughtful for a moment or two.

Then she got up and went and bathed her eyes.

Yet when they wanted to take her into the dining room she still shouted "No!" furiously.