John Bull drew back. Placing his hands upon the girl's shoulders, he gazed into her eyes. Carmelita blushed painfully, and dropped her eyes before the man's searching stare. She heaved a sobbing sigh. Yes, all alike, all had their price—and any pretty woman could pay it. All alike—even grey-haired, kind old Babbo Jean Boule, who looked as though he might be her grandfather.
She felt his hand beneath her chin, raising her face to his. Again he gazed into her eyes and slowly shook his head.
"And is this what men and Life have taught you, Carmelita?" he said.…
A horrid fear gripped Carmelita's heart. Could she be wrong? Could she have offered herself in vain? Could this man's pride and hatred be so great that the bribe was not enough?
"And you would do this—you, Carmelita; for that filthy blackguard?"
"I would do anything for my Luigi. Sell me his life and I will pay you now, the highest price a woman can. Kiss me on the lips, dear Monsieur Jean, and I will trust you to keep your part of the bargain—never to fight nor attack my Luigi with a weapon in your hand. Kiss me! Kiss me!"
The Englishman drew the pleading girl to him and kissed her on the forehead. She flung her arms around his neck in a transport of joy and relief.
"You will sell me my Luigi's life?" she cried. "Oh praise and thanks to the Mother of God. You will?"
"I will give you your Luigi's life," said Sir Montague Merline, and went out.
