"And he has none now, sweetheart?" I said softly.
"You know that he has not."
"And does he know it?"
"Yes--he knows it--now. I told him the day he left."
I was beginning to understand Lotzen's sudden change of demeanor toward
me.
"What did you tell him, little woman?" I asked.
She looked up with a bright smile.
"See how I've spoiled you," she said.
"Then, spoil me just a little more," I urged.
"Well--I told him it was you," she whispered.
The understanding was growing rapidly.
"And what did he say to that?"
"I know, Armand, you don't like him; and, there, you may do him an
injustice. He said only the kindest things about you--that you were
able, courteous, brave--a true Dalberg; and that, if it could not be
he, he was glad it was you."