Beyond the Rocks

"And what is your pleasure, fair queen?" Hector said, as they listened

to the diminishing noise of the widow's Mercédès. "We are alone, and we

have the world before us. Issue your commands."

"No," said Theodora, and she pouted her red lips. "I want you to settle

that. I want you to arrange for whatever you think would give me the

greatest pleasure. Then I shall know if you understand me and guess what

I would like."

This was the most daring speech she had ever made, and she was surprised

at her own temerity.

"Very well," he said. "That means you belong to me until they return,"

and a thrill ran through him. "Has not your father, has not your

hostess, given you into my charge? And, now you yourself have sealed the

compact, we shall see if I can make you happy."

As he said the words "you belong to me," Theodora thrilled too--a

sensation as of an electric shock almost quivered through her. Belonged

to him--ah!--what would that mean?

He called his chauffeur, who started the automobile and drove under the

covered porte cochère where they stood.

Lord Bracondale had not spoken all the time he was helping her in and

arranging rugs with the tenderest solicitude, but when they were settled

and started--it was a coupé with a great deal of glass about it, so that

they got plenty of air--he turned to her.

"Now, do you know what I am going to do with you, madame? I shall only

unfold my plans bit by bit, and watch your face to see if I have chosen

well. I am going to take you first to the Petit Trianon, and we are

going to walk leisurely through the rooms. I am not going to worry you

with much sight-seeing and tourists and lessons of history, but I want

you to glance at this setting of the life picture of poor Marie

Antoinette, because it is full of sentiment and it will make you

appreciate more the hameau and her playground afterwards. Something

tells me you would rather see these things than all the fine pictures

and salons of the stiff château."

"Oh yes," said Theodora; "you have guessed well this time."

"Then here we are, almost arrived," he said, presently.

They had been going very fast, and could see the square, white house in

front of them, and when they alighted at the gates she found the

guardian was an old friend of Lord Bracondale's, and they were left free

to wander alone in the rooms between the batches of tourists.