Meanwhile Schmidt had been occupied with long letters to Germany and his affairs in the city, but in the evening of the 12th of August, they found time for one of their old talks.
"This matter of yours, and in fact of mine, René, does not fully satisfy me. I still hear much about it, and always of that infernal despatch."
"It does not satisfy me, sir."
"Well, it seems to me that it will have to. Long ago that despatch must be in Paris; but Mr. Monroe, our minister, could learn nothing about it. And so you two young folks have arranged your affairs. I can tell you that Miss Gainor will be sorry to have had no hand in this business, and Uncle Josiah, too."
"That is droll enough. I am glad to have pleased somebody. We have thought it better not as yet to speak of it."
"Have you told your mother, René? You may be sure that she will know, or guess at the truth, and resent being left in the dark."
"That is true; but you may very well imagine that I dread what she will say of Margaret. We have never had a serious difference, and now it is to come. I shall talk to her to-morrow."
"No, now. Get it over, sir. Get it over. I must go home again soon, and I want to see you married. Go now at once and get it over."
"I suppose that will be as well."