The woman smiled as she answered in the affirmative.
“We,” said Lord Hastings, indicating Frank and Jack as well as himself, “would have a few words with your daughter Marie when she returns home. We have sought her here rather than at the café for several reasons.”
A look of deep anxiety spread itself over Madame Dulcé’s face and she asked excitedly:
“What has she done, sir? Surely she will not be arrested? You do not take her for a spy?”
“You need have no fear,” returned Lord Hastings reassuringly. “We mean no harm. May we come in and wait?”
“Certainly.”
Madame Dulcé led the way into a small, though cozy parlor and took their hats and coats.
“Marie will be here soon after twelve,” she said. “She always comes straight home, for she knows I worry about her.”
“How does it happen that she sings in the café?” asked Lord Hastings.
“Because we are so poor,” was the reply. “Her salary there enables us to keep the wolf away from the door. Frau Heffler, who also sings, was the one who so kindly gave her the opportunity.”