"Probably to tell my father of his coming. You remember it was arranged that they should meet."
"Yes, yes; and of course they do not know that he—has changed."
"Impossible. Do not be afraid. Your brother will join us in a few minutes."
"He may have gone towards the house by some other way."
"Of course. Shall I send Pierre in to see?"
She nodded.
At the moment Pierre was certainly a superfluity.
Pierre, disappointment written large on his face, trotted off obediently. He was more than eager to welcome his new master, the nephew of his adored Monsieur Gilles de Varenac.
"You think he will return with him?" asked Gabrielle anxiously, as the old man's steps died away in the distance.
Michael smiled.