"If they were to bring the child? A little boy, is it not? A house
always seems to grow happier when there is a child in it. You have
never seen him!"
"Never. And never shall."
"What a pity!"
"His father," said M. de Cadanet, presently, "behaved abominably."
"Dear, dear, what a pity!" repeated Amelie, holding up her work that she
might judge of the effect. "Perhaps he has grown better now that there
is a child."
"One must see to believe that."
"That is what I thought."
"Monsieur de Beaudrillart will never come here!" exclaimed the old
count, with all his usual sharpness. Something called her out of the
room, and when she came back he had evidently been pondering on the
subject, for he said, "You are right as to one thing; for the child is
Baron Bernard's grandson."
"Oh!" said Amelie, opening her eyes. "And who is the Baron Bernard?"