The Duchesse's eyes flashed—.
"I have not said I ever met Miss Sharp, Nicholas—"
I knew the affair was now hopeless—and that I would only risk the real displeasure of my dear old friend if I continued in this way. So I subsided.—I had some instinct too that I would not receive sympathy even if I owned that my intentions were strictly honourable.
"I will say no more—except that should you know these people cherè Duchesse—and you ever discover that I could help them in any way—that you will call upon me to any extent."
She looked at me very searchingly and said laconically.
"Bien."
Then we talked of other things, and I tried to reingratiate myself—The war was going better—Foch would wish to push his advantage. Things must have some end—in the near future.—When was I going to England?—All these subjects we discussed.