This sum was so trifling in M. Dambreuse’s eyes, and his authority was so great, that the young man resolved immediately to sell a farm.
He accepted the offer. M. Dambreuse was to select one of his disengaged days for an appointment in order to finish their arrangements.
“So I can say to Jacques Arnoux——?”
“Anything you like—the poor chap—anything you like!”
Frederick wrote to the Arnouxs’ to make their minds easy, and he despatched the letter by a man-servant, who brought back the letter: “All right!” His action in the matter deserved better recognition. He expected a visit, or, at least, a letter. He did not receive a visit, and no letter arrived.
Was it forgetfulness on their part, or was it intentional? Since Madame Arnoux had come once, what was to prevent her from coming again?
