“Yes.”
Hermione got up.
“Well, you won’t give me your advice?”
“No, Hermione.”
He looked at her steadily.
“You must treat Vere as you think best, order her life as you think right. In some things you do wisely to consult me. But in this you must rely on yourself. Let your heart teach you. Do not ask questions of my head.”
“Your head!” she exclaimed.
There was a trace of disappointment, even of surprise, in her voice. She looked at him as if she were going to say more, but again she was disconcerted by something in his look, his attitude.
“Well, good-bye, Emile.”
“I will come with you to the lift.”