"I am sorry, Mademoiselle," I said, suddenly conscious of the stiff bareness of my ancestral home, "that things are not brighter. I have done my best."
"Thank you," she said, and there was still resentment in her voice. "You have been very kind."
She stood for a few moments in silence, and then turning flashed an angry glance at me.
"I do not know who constituted you our protector," she said scornfully.
"Fate, Mademoiselle."
Chapter XVI
Exile
"Il y a donc des malheurs tellement bien cachés que ceux qui en sont la cause, ne les devinent même pas."