He saw all the beauty of her face and full dress, always so becoming to her.
But now her beauty and elegance were just what irritated him.
"My feeling cannot change, you know, but I beg you, I entreat you," he said again in French, with a note of tender supplication in his voice, but with coldness in his eyes.
She did not hear his words, but she saw the coldness of his eyes, and answered with irritation: "And I beg you to explain why I should not go.
" "Because it might cause you..." he hesitated.