“Monsieur de Beaudrillart will never come here!” exclaimed the old count, with all his usual sharpness. Something called her out of the room, and when she came back he had evidently been pondering on the subject, for he said, “You are right as to one thing; for the child is Baron Bernard’s grandson.”
“Oh!” said Amélie, opening her eyes. “And who is the Baron Bernard?”
M. de Cadanet uttered an impatient exclamation.
“Oh, you—you know nothing! Can you give your husband a message?”
“To be sure I can.”
“Then tell him that next week—when I shall be stronger—I wish to speak to him about Léon de Beaudrillart. Do not forget.”