“Yes.”
“But don’t you see that that isn’t a fair promise?”
Claudine was startled.
“Surely your mother has the right—”
“Oh, yes, you have all sorts of rights!” said Andrée, bitterly. “And I haven’t any. But if I were you—if ever I have a daughter—I’ll never, never ask her to promise to tell me things. I wouldn’t want to know them if she didn’t want to tell them.”
Claudine approached and put her arm about the unwilling girl.
“Very well!” she said, with a sigh. “I will leave you free to do as you please about telling me.”
Then Andrée bent down and kissed her.
“You are a darling!” she cried. “Now I’ll rush to Edna!”