Although M. de Chandore was literally worshipping his grandchild on his
knees, and had transferred all his hopes and his affections to her who
alone survived of his large family, he had still had his thoughts when
he went up stairs to take from his money-box so large a sum of money. As
soon, therefore, as they were outside of the house, he said,--
“Now that we are alone, my dear child, will you tell me what you mean to
do with all this money?”
“That is my secret,” she replied.
“And you have not confidence enough in your old grandfather to tell him
what it is, darling?”