Miss Gastonguay, as if comprehending his thoughts, changed the subject of conversation. "Has my brother Louis any children beside this one?"
"No."
"Who was this girl's mother?"
"A fair-haired German girl with a beautiful Christian character. She was a school-teacher whom my wife's father met in some boarding-house. I gathered from what he told me, that, having learned after marriage what he really was, she faded away and died, first making him promise to carefully educate her child."
"Did Louis love her?"
"He broke down in telling me about her."
"He always had a long head, had Louis. It looks to me as if he deliberately laid a scheme to have you marry his daughter."
"I think he did."
"And you lent yourself to it?"
"I should most certainly not have done so had she been other than she is."