"
"Proceed, Monsieur," said he.
"I want to know where I am," said Lola in English. "He took everything
for granted from the first."
"Are you willing to go back to him?" I asked also in English.
She met my gaze steadily, and I saw a woman's needless pain at the back
of her eyes. She moistened her lips with her tongue, and said:
"Under conditions."
"Monsieur," said I in French, turning to Vauvenarde, "forgive us for
speaking our language."
"Perfectly," said he, and he smiled meaningly and banteringly at us
both.
"In the first place, Monsieur, you are aware that Madame has a little
fortune, which does not detract from the charm you have always found in
her. It was left her by her father, who, as you know, tamed lions and
directed a menagerie. I would propose that Madame appointed trustees to
administer this little fortune."
"There is no necessity, Monsieur," he said. "By the law of France it is
hers to do what she likes with."
"Precisely," I rejoined. "Trustees would prevent her from doing what she
liked with it.
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