"No," said Adela sharply; and added, a moment later, "I know."
"And what does he mean?"
"He?" cried Adela. "Oh, he's not human."
"Nay, but he's terribly human," said the old Baron.
Adela looked round at him, but then turned away.
"I know what I would say, but I may not say it," pursued the Baron. "To you I may not say it. I know him. He will take, if he is offered."
His voice sank to a whisper.
"Then God help her," murmured Adela under her breath, while her cheeks flamed red.
"Yes, he will take, and he will go. Ah, he is a man to follow and to believe in—to trust your money, your fortune, your plans, even your secrets to; but——"
He paused, flinging away his extinct cigar.