Jouffroy came to enquire whether the decision had been made. He was in a state of great excitement. He gave fervent thanks that Hadria had stood firm.
“You do not forget my words, Madame?”
“I shall never forget them, Monsieur.”
Henriette discreetly forbore to say anything further on the subject of dispute. She waited, hopefully.
“Hubert has been troubled about the money that your father set apart, on your marriage, as a contribution to the household expenses,” she said, one morning. “Your father did not place it all in your name.”
“I know,” said Hadria. “It is tied up, in some way, for the use of the family. I have a small sum only in my own control.”
“Hubert is now leaving half of it to accumulate. The other half has still to go towards the expenses at the Red House. I suppose you approve?”
“Certainly,” said Hadria. “My father designed it for that purpose.”
“But Hubert feared you might be running short of money, and wished to send you some; but the trustees say it is against the conditions of the trust.”
“So I suppose.”