“You are not joyeux to see me.”
He took her face between his hands and looked down into her deep-shaded eyes. “You must not say that.... You must never say that. It is not true.”
“Then I am ver’ glad.” She smiled. “Monsieur Bert and Mademoiselle Madeleine they are here?”
“Bert is here, but Madeleine hasn’t come.”
“I desire her to be here.” She stepped into the salon and spoke to Bert. “You shall go to fetch her. Now.... Now. You shall run ver’ fast.”
“I asked her to come,” said Bert.
“And she would not?” Andree’s voice showed profound astonishment.
“I’m afraid she got tired of waiting for me to come back to Paris.”
“But no, that ees not possible. She would not be tired to wait. She would be ver’ glad when you return.”
“We’ll see. If she isn’t here in five minutes she won’t be coming.”