"I believe I know the object," continued Madame Clemenceau.
"I am rather astonished that she should have told you, and not me."
"Oh, she has not told me anything, I guessed."
Daniels seemed relieved.
"And if you should like to hear the name," she began rapidly, but he stopped her with a dignified smile. "What, you do not want to know what I have found before you, and so much concerns you!"
"If she has not told me, it is because she does not want me to know," he observed placidly.
"But what if she tells him!" persisted Césarine.
"She would not let her lover know the state of her heart without informing her father; she would commence with me."
The wife smiled cynically at such unlimited trust and felt her hatred of Rebecca augment.
"There are not many fathers like you!"