The old man groaned, and Amélie, at her wits’ end, ventured on the subject against which her husband had warned her.
“You want some one young and lively to cheer you up, that is what I think. The Poissy you were talking about—is there no one there?”
M. de Cadanet uttered a short “No!” but she persisted.
“If they were to bring the child? A little boy, is it not? A house always seems to grow happier when there is a child in it. You have never seen him!”
“Never. And never shall.”
“What a pity!”
“His father,” said M. de Cadanet, presently, “behaved abominably.”
“Dear, dear, what a pity!” repeated Amélie, holding up her work that she might judge of the effect. “Perhaps he has grown better now that there is a child.”
“One must see to believe that.”
“That is what I thought.”