CHAPTER VII. JOURNEY'S END.
“The offender never pardons.”
De Vasselot returned to the Baroness de Mélide's pretty drawing-room, and there, after the manner of his countrymen, made himself agreeable in that vivacious manner which earns the contempt of all honest and, if one may say so, thick-headed Englishmen. He laughed with one, and with another almost wept. Indeed, to see him sympathize with an elderly countess whose dog was grievously ill, one could only conclude that he too had placed all his affections upon a canine life.
He outstayed the others, and then, holding out his hand to the baroness, said curtly—
“Good-bye.”
“Good-bye! What do you mean?”
“I am going to Corsica,” he explained airily.
“But where did you get that idea, mon ami?”