“May I ask a delicate question?” I said. “Yes,” she replied, with all her old haughty assurance.
“What was it that moved your heart, that so suddenly made you love the Marquis?”
“He attracted my sympathy.”
“Your sympathy only?”
“And my admiration. He is serving a noble cause.”
Truly, my friend had infected his wife with his own enthusiasm in the most remarkable way. “Does your uncle know?”
“No.”
“He might not approve of my friend.”
“My husband is a marquis,” she replied, with an air of pride and satisfaction that seemed to me to throw more than a little light on the complex motives of this young lady.
“And now you propose to accompany him on this dangerous adventure?”