“I am not idle,” he said. “I have obtained a post in connection with the Stock Exchange, and I hope some day to see my dear relations at Les Peuples.”
He never mentioned his mistress, but his silence was more significant than if he had written four pages about her; and, in these icy letters, Jeanne could perceive the influence of this unknown woman who was, by instinct, the implacable enemy of every mother.
Ponder as they would, the three lonely beings at the château could think of no means by which they might rescue Paul from his present life. They would have gone to Paris, but they knew that would be no good.
“We must let his passion wear itself out,” said the baron; “sooner or later he will return to us of his own accord.” And the mournful days dragged on.
Jeanne and Lison got into
