"Not any books of that kind."
He looked at me with a half smile, standing with his back against a tree. "I think I understood from my sister that you are an orphan?"
"Yes, sir."
"Have you no home?"
"I have neither home nor relatives. The place that seems more like a home to me than any other is Mademoiselle Barlieu's, at Nulle. I was there four years."
"Did you never get any French novels there?"
"Indeed no."
"My sister told me she did."
"I don't see how that could have been, sir, unless she read them when she was out. Miss Chandos visited a great deal."
"Yes, to her cost."