'That's exactly what I want to do.'
'That will be idiotic,' said Lionel, 'and very bad for your sister. If you don't help me you ought at least to help her.'
She sat a moment with her eyes on the ground. 'Where is she—where is she?' she then asked.
'They are at Brussels, at the Hôtel de Flandres. They appear to like it very much.'
'Are you telling me the truth?'
'Lord, my dear child, I don't lie!' Lionel exclaimed. 'You'll make a jolly mistake if you go to her,' he added. 'If you have seen her with him how can you speak for her?'
'I won't see her with him.'
'That's all very well, but he'll take care of that. Of course if you're ready for perjury——!' Lionel exclaimed.
'I'm ready for anything.'
'Well, I've been kind to you, my dear,' he continued, smoking, with his chin in the air.