"More dangerous than the work on the battlefields?" she asked him quietly.
"Gad! No, Mademoiselle."
"Tell me what to do—how to go about it," she said simply.
Afterwards, when the girl had gone back to Aunt Roberta, the man most heartily congratulated himself.
"If I haven't done anything else on this trip, I've netted a good one there!" he thought.
But how much he influenced Belinda's decision, how much her dislike and fear of Doctor Herschall urged her into the work, or how much her disappointment in Frank Sanderson had to do with it, it would be difficult to say. Most important decisions arise from mixed motives. She did not discuss this phase of it at all. She merely said to Aunt Roberta:
"We are going."
"Ma foi! Where?"
"To France—to Paris first."
"Oui! Oui! My child, those are the sweetest words you have ever said to me!"