I was startled. I stammered. “My ideas--?”

“Yes--you know don’t you, that she’s got to be married?”

“Ah--but in time. In my country--girls don’t--”

“This isn’t your country. Jinny is nineteen, she’s very conspicuous.

There are already several _prétendants_--”

“_Prétendants?_”

“Yes. Hasn’t Philibert consulted you?”

“No.”

“It is as I thought.”

“What do you mean, Aunt?”

She pounded on the floor with her cane. She was almost impotent now and

spent her days in an armchair, from which she had to be lifted to bed

by two servants. And her temper was short.

“Don’t be a fool! I am warning you. You’d better ask Philibert. Don’t

tell him I told you. Oh well--do if you like, what is it to me, to have

him angry?”

I was very much disturbed but didn’t go to Philibert and ask him what

he was up to, because I wanted to gain time, and it didn’t occur to me

as possible that he would really commit himself without consulting me.

I wanted to gain time for Jinny herself. I had hopes for her of what

seemed to me the happiest of all solutions.

Philibert thinks to this day that the poor little abortive romance of

Jinny and Sam Chilbrook was my doing. Poor sweet babies. I had had no

hand in their falling in love. It had seemed to me to be the work of

God and I had kept out of it.

Sam had come to Paris from the army for the peace conference. He

was attached to the President’s suite. I had known his father and

his mother and his grandfather and grandmother. Every one knew the

Chilbrooks. They lived in Washington and Philadelphia, and the men of

the family had a taste for the diplomatic service. The grandfather you

remember was the American Ambassador in London, years ago. They were

very well off.

Sam was a romantic, with a humorous grin and the nicest voice in the

world. He had nice young eyes, and freckles on his nose. He liked to do

things in a hurry. He met Jinny at luncheon at the American Embassy and

fell in love with her at first sight.

“Please ask me to tea alone,” he said to me after lunch. “I want to

talk to you. I want to marry your daughter”--and he cocked an eyebrow

like a puppy.

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