"No more running away," he insisted. "That's past and done with."
She gave him a fleeting smile. "I couldn't if--if I wanted to."
"I'm glad you realize that," he said.
She clung to him suddenly with a little movement that was almost convulsive. "Oh, are you sure--quite sure--that you wouldn't rather marry Rose de Vigne?"
He uttered his careless laugh. "My dear child, there are plenty of Roses in the world. There is only one--Daphne--Daphne, the fleet of foot--Daphne, the enchantress!"
She clung to him a little faster. "And there is only one Apollo," she murmured. "Apollo the magnificent!"
"We seem to be quite a unique couple," laughed Eustace, with his lips upon her hair.