“What do you advise then?”
“To let the storm blow over,” Adam replied firmly.
“But you’ve said that for a week and I am no better off. I can’t stand it much longer, Old Gentleman. I must see Madeleine, I tell you. What can you do to help? Now—not to-morrow or next week?”
“Nothing that would be wise.”
“But you promised me to go and see her the afternoon we went to smash.”
“So I did, and I’ll go if you wish me to.”
“When?”
“To-morrow morning. It is against my judgment to do anything until you hear from her. A woman always finds the way. Madeleine is no exception. She loves you too well not to. But I’ll go, my boy, and try.”
“You must go. I tell you I can’t and won’t wait. I have done nothing I’m ashamed of. Our wedding is off, of course, until I can look around and see what I’m going to do, but that’s no reason why we can’t continue to see each other.”