"Alors, bien; I am ready, monsieur, to marry M. Pseudonimo."
"But what are your plans?"
The warrior-maiden shook her head. "That is my secret. Where would my advantage be, if, knowing your secret, I revealed mine?"
"That would not be the way of return that I would choose," thought Sacqueville-Danglars. "But I must endure her caprices, will she but share the wonders of the wealth of the Ents with me." His smile was hard and bitter. "Then, for my part, I say bien!" he said aloud, and shook Éowénie by the hand. But during that shaking of hands, the father durst not thank the daughter, and the daughter had no smile for her father. The conference over, Éowénie made haste to rejoin Célesbienne at the piano, and sing of the lusts of Luthienne.
