"You can force her to do as you wish," said Rosmore. "Indeed, if
necessary, you must."
"How?"
"You are her guardian. If your powers are limited, that is no reason you
should tell her so."
"You seem strangely doubtful about your own powers, Rosmore, yet rumour
has it that few women are proof against you."
"She may be one of the few, that is why you have spoken to her. I want
her more than I have ever wanted anything on earth. You--well, if all
else fails, you must force her to marry me."
"There is another alternative," and Sir John stopped and drew himself up
stiffly.
"I don't think you would take it," Rosmore answered carelessly. "I
should not advise you to take it."
"She spoke of grey eyes," said Sir John, as though he were disinclined
to argue the point. "She has thought of some man with grey eyes."
"Tell me all she said--it may be useful," and for some minutes Rosmore
listened attentively while Sir John talked.
"I have more than one way of wooing," Rosmore said presently, "and my
love must condone them all. The siege shall begin forthwith. A man may
win any woman if he is subtle enough; in that conviction lies the secret
of the success with which rumour credits me.
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