Harry was mystified, especially as he fancied he detected the glimmer of a smile on Adèle's face.
"I do not understand——" he began.
"Mother cannot explain," said Adèle quietly. "I do not agree with her; I think she is quite mistaken; certainly Mynheer Grootz should be told."
"Adèle, you are a child; one cannot expect you to understand."
"Maman chérie, do you think so? You are a goose, petite Maman. Monsieur, believe me, it will be the very best thing in the world to consult Mynheer Grootz."
"Adèle!"
"It will, Mamma. It is a poor chance, I fear, but ought we to neglect even the least? and you do not wish me to marry Monsieur de Polignac?"
"Mon Dieu, non! A thousand times no! The odious man!"
"Then, Madame," said Harry, "I will venture to see Mynheer Grootz as soon as I can,—or perhaps write to him."
"Eh bien! it is against my will. I protest; I can do no more. You will tell him I protested?"