"She has relatives in Paris?"
"I suppose so—friends would put her to shame. Does it matter when he is dead?"
"He was a rogue, or I would have spared him. He tried to cheat me from the start. I found nothing I could fix upon—and I looked for it!"
She would not consider it from that point of view.
"This will always be in your life and Claudine's. Time cannot alter judgments of this kind. It will grow with the years. I am very sorry for you, Mr. Faber."
He resented it; the patronage of women rarely failed to anger him.
"Leave me to my own affairs. I take the responsibility. I've taken a good many in my time. The girl's to be thought of. Who was she going to marry?"
"Captain Issy-Ferrault. I hardly know him: an officer of cavalry, they say."
"Poor, I suppose, as most of the kind?"