“Yes, you want something, I dare say, to close the incident. You know what I mean, eh? to purchase what I might call the veil of oblivion. How much?”
“Why, nothing at all, uncle.”
“Don’t be afraid, Fabien; I’ve got the money with me.”
“You have quite mistaken the case, uncle; there is no question of money. I must tell you again that the young lady is of the highest respectability.”
My uncle stared.
“I assure you, uncle. I am speaking of Mademoiselle Jeanne Charnot.”
“I dare say.”
“The daughter of a member of the Institute.”
“What!”
My uncle gave a jump and stood still.