He seemed to be smiling.

He bent towards her.
"You seem amazingly fond of your chains," he said softly.

"And yet, from what I have heard, Sir Roland is no gentle tyrant.

How is it, pretty one?
What makes you cling to your bondage so ?" "He is my husband!" she said, through white lips.
"Faith, that is no answer," he declared.

"Own, now, that you hate him, that you loathe his presence and shudder at his touch! I told you I was a magician, Lady Una; but you wouldn't believe me at all." She confronted him with a sudden fury that marvellously reinforced her failing courage.
"You lie, sir!" she cried, stamping passionately upon the soft earth.