“Do you think Monsieur Emile mysterious?” she asked.
“Yes—certainly. Don’t you?”
“I have known him so intimately for so many years.”
“Well, but that does not change him. Does it?”
“No. But it may make him appear very differently to me from the way in which he shows himself to others.”
“I think if I knew Monsieur Emile for centuries I should always wonder about him.”
“What is it in Emile that makes you wonder?” asked her mother, with a real curiosity.
“The same thing that makes me wonder when I look at a sleepy lion.”
“You call Emile sleepy!” said Hermione.
“Oh, not his intellect, Madre! Of course that is horribly, horribly wide awake.”