Eustacie drew a deep breath. 'I see that I have misjudged you, Cousin Tristram,' she said handsomely. 'One must make reparation, . I will marry you.' 'Thank you,' said Sir Tristram, 'but the matter does not call for such a sacrifice as that, I assure you.' He saw a certain raptness steal into her eyes, and added: 'Don't waste time picturing yourself in the role of a martyred bride, I beg of you! I haven't the smallest desire to marry you.