"But she has never told us! That is fine! I like that!
I told you she had very good traits."
George stared at her. "But--me! Don't you see what a cad
I am?"
He paced up and down, muttering, and then throwing on his
hat went out into the night to be alone.
Lisa sank back again and watched Jacques. At military
school, yes; and after he had left school he would be a
soldier, perhaps. Such a gallant young fellow!
She leaned over the cradle, holding out her hands. Ah,
God! if she could but live to see it! Surely it might
be? There was no pain now. Doctors were not
infallible--even D'Abri might be mistaken, after all.
George, coming in an hour later, found her sitting with
her hands covering her face.
"Are you asleep, Lisa?"
"No."
"There is a telegram from Clara. My mother has left
Munich for Vannes. She will be here in two days."
She rose with an effort. "I am glad for you, George."
"You are ill, Lisa!"
"A little tired, only. Colette will give me my powder,
and I shall be quite well in the morning. Will you send
her to me now?"
After George was gone the rumbling of a diligence
was heard in the courtyard, and presently a woman was
brought up to the opposite chamber.
The hall was dark. Looking across it, Frances Waldeaux
saw in the lighted room Lisa and her child.
CHAPTER XIV
Before we come to the dark story of that night in the
inn, it is but fair to Frances to say that she came there
with no definite evil purpose.
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