"Myrrha!" he repeated.
"Well?" she asked, raising her eyes from her work and looking at him with a smile. "What is it?"
She had a mocking expression as she saw his downcast face.
"Myrrha!" he asked, choking, "tell me what you think…."
She shrugged her shoulders, smiled, and went on working.
He caught her hands and took away the hat at which she was sewing.
"Leave off, leave off, and tell me…."
She looked squarely at him and waited. She saw that Christophe's lips were trembling.
"You think," he said in a low voice, "that Ernest and Ada …?"
She smiled.