"Yes, I need rest and my four boys need it too. Twelve days here, leading the family life with you, will do us a world of good. On the twenty-fourth of July, in the morning, I'm off."
"The date is fixed?"
"Yes."
"For us, too?"
"Yes. I'm taking you with me."
"And to where do we travel?"
"An old Manor in Vendée where, at the end of July, other descendants of the lord of Beaugreval will find themselves gathered together. I'm eager to introduce you to our cousins Davernoie and Chagny-Roborey. After that you will be at liberty to return here ... to bury yourselves with the diamonds of Golconda."
"Along with you, Dorothy?"
"Without me."
"In that case," said Webster, "I sell my ruins."