“Could a guilty person sleep so?”
“No.”
“Not upon the estate of one he has robbed.”
“Surely not. Do you know,” the lady’s tone became deeply serious, “I have often thought of adopting such a child, a boy to be a companion and brother to Rosemary.”
Could Jeanne have heard this she might well have blushed. She did not hear, for the sun shone on, the music still droned and the dragon fly darted in her dreams.
The lady looked in the great man’s eyes. She read an answer there.
“Shall we wake him and suggest it now?” she whispered.
Ah, Jeanne! What shall the answer be? You are Pierre. You are Jeanne.
But the great man shakes his head. “The thing needs talking over. In a matter of so grave importance one must look carefully before one moves. We must consider.”
So the two pass on. And once again Jeanne has escaped.