“Yes, no—not quite.”
“What else did she say?”
“She said that if it came to a struggle between them, or between you and him about her—she was sure she would do what he wanted.”
“Well, then go to him!” He left me at five; it was that same afternoon only a few minutes after he had gone, that you, Blaise, were announced.
I understand now what it cost you to do what you did. Tout simplement it cost you the affection of your family. You ranged yourself on my side, against them. That was what it amounted to. That anyway was the way they took it.
I remember your face when you told me that I had best go round to your mother’s flat at once, that Philibert and Jinny were there and some other persons whom I ought to see. I didn’t at first grasp what you meant. What other persons? The little Prince Damas de Barbagne of the family des Deux Ponts and his uncle.
“In your mother’s drawing-room?”
“Yes.”
“With Jinny?”
“Yes.”