"You think that?"
His eyes studied hers.
"You are not made to tell lies. Are you going to let me help you?"
"Am I to accept all this on your authority?"
He nodded with an air of grave and imperturbable magnanimity.
"I believe, Nance, that you knew nothing. But have you never been brought to wonder what your father's life was, and what the Frenchman De Rothan meant to him?"
She looked at the ground before her, intent and thoughtful.
"Things have happened that have troubled me."
"Your father is not a man to talk."
"No. There have been things that I could not understand. Oh, it is hard!"