She did not open her eyes.
"Yes," she said.
"I think that I ought to go," said Stainton, "and clean up this matter of the sale. I shall get the American consul there to recommend a good lawyer, and I'll complete the whole transaction as soon as I can."
"Yes."
"It will probably take an entire week," pursued Stainton. He waited. "I don't like to leave you alone in Paris, but you'd be frightfully lonely in Lyons, and I shall be busy—very busy. Now, I know you don't like Boussingault. I don't like his opinions myself, but he is a leading man in his specialty, and his wife is a good woman. She has said that she will call on you this afternoon and take you to stay with her."
Muriel was silent.
"That's all," said Stainton, "except that there is a train from the Gare de Lyon at noon, and I ought to take it."
"Then you have been to Dr. Boussingault?" asked Muriel.
"Yes, dear."
"And he——"