(“Ah,” ran Cartaret’s unjust thoughts, “it’s very evident you’re rich now, Charlie!”)
“Nobody else came with you,” he said.
Seraphin hesitated. He twirled his soft hat in his hands.
“They thought—all but Houdon, who still persists that you have been rich always—they thought that, now that you were rich, you might prefer other society.”
“You didn’t think it?”
“I did not.”
It was said so frankly that even Cartaret’s present mood could not resist its sincerity. Charlie frowned and put both his hands on Seraphin’s shoulders.
“Dieudonné,” he said, “I’m in trouble.”
“I feared it.”
“Not money-trouble.”