She clasped her hands together suddenly, as if she could control herself no longer, and I thought of what she had said to Burton about feeling that she could not fight any more. I would not allow myself to sympathize with her. I was longing in every nerve of my being to take her into my arms, and tell her that I loved her, and knew everything, but I would not do this. I cannot let her master me, or we shall never have any peace. I will not tell her that I love her until her pride is broken, and I have made her love me and come to me voluntarily. She was silent. "I have informed the Duchesse de Courville that we are engaged. I saw her yesterday." She started perceptibly. "She has told you my real name?" "I have known that for some time. I thought I had made it plain to you that I am not interested about the subject, we need not mention it again, you have only to talk to old Robert Nelson, my lawyer, when he comes on Monday. He will tell you the settlements I propose to make, and you can discuss with him as to whether or not you think them satisfactory. Perhaps you on your side will tell me what reason you have strong enough to make a girl of your natural self-respect, willing to take the position of my apparent mistress?" She burst out for a second, throwing out her hands, then controlling herself. "No, I won't tell you.--I will tell you nothing, I will just stick to the bargain if I must. You have no right to my thoughts, only my actions!" I bowed; disagreeable as she was, there was a distinctly pleasant zest in fighting! "Perhaps of your courtesy, you will take off those glasses now, since I am aware that you only wear them to conceal your eyes, and not that they are necessary for your sight." She flushed with annoyance. "And if I refuse?" I shrugged my shoulders. "I shall think it very childish of you." With a petulance which I had never seen in her she tossed her head. "I don't care, at present I will not." I frowned but did not speak. This will be discussed between us later. My fighting spirit is up, she _shall_ obey me! "Did you order the clothes yesterday?" "Yes." "Enough, I hope." "Yes." "Well, now, I have a suggestion to make which I am sure will please you, and that is that you will appoint some meeting place with Mr. Nelson for Tuesday morning, since you do not trust my good taste far enough even to let me know your home address. Perhaps at the Hotel de Courville, if the Duchesse will permit, and that then we do not meet until the seventh of November at the ceremony. Mr. Nelson will arrange with you all the law of the thing and what witnesses you must have, and everything, and this will save these useless discussions, and give you a little breathing space." This seemed to subdue her, and she agreed less defiantly.