"Blindly."
"Whatever he does is right, is it not? Whatever he wishes is realized. And you approve of everything and are prepared to do everything for his sake."
"I love him," she said, with a tremor of passion.
"And you believe that he will save you?"
She shrugged her shoulders and, going up to her father, told him:
"I am robbing you of M. Stickmann. We are going to the National Library."
"Will you be back to lunch?"
"Perhaps ... or more likely not ... but don't worry about me, in any case...."
And, in a firm voice, she said to Shears: