"We've no home?"
"On the contrary, we make all Paris, all Versailles, our home."
Deborah folded her hands, and her face grew suddenly helpless in expression. "I don't like it," she said, faintly.
"Dear, you do not know it. Wait. You will soon be too much occupied to think of it. Why is your coffer still here? Has not Julie unpacked it? You must not permit laziness."
"She has done all that I would allow. I will finish it myself. Claude, may I have something?"
"What? You shall have it."
"You know in our salon there is, near the mantel, a little cabinet against the wall—a little cabinet with two shelves, and a door and key."
"Yes, yes. 'Tis for liqueurs, if we want to keep them. Well?"
"I want that—I want the cabinet to use for myself."
"Just Heaven! Have you then so many valuables, or so many secrets?" He laughed, but there was curiosity also in his tone.