Then she set the glass down and looked at it thoughtfully.
"So," she murmured, "you have in Frankfort a little girl?"
"Yes, Madame!" I answered.
My hostess became thoughtful for a few moments. I could not flatter
myself that it was disappointment which had furrowed her brow. She had,
however, the air of one who finds it necessary to readjust her plans.
It was during those few moments that I noticed the bulge in the curtains,
concerning which I was wise enough to hold my peace.
"You will marry her some day?" she inquired.
"As soon," I answered, "as I have saved enough money. My uncle offers me
the chance now. It is for that that I came back from America."
She nodded.
"Money," she remarked, "is not easily made. It takes time."
"It is true," I agreed.
"And you are very anxious to be married! She is pretty, this little one?"
"I wish I had her picture, Madame," I answered with enthusiasm, "that I
could show you. You would understand, then, that I am very anxious indeed
to be married."
"But to save money!" she said slowly, "it takes time that, eh?"
I could not see for the life of me what she was driving at, but I
assented sorrowfully.
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