“I don’t know, Miss French,” said the good woman, looking sadly disturbed. “I love Madeleine as I would my own child. I know she adores Mr. Carleton⁠—and⁠—yes, I know he greatly admires her⁠—and yet there is something wrong. I can’t express it⁠—it’s merely a feeling⁠—an intuition, but there is something wrong.”

“You know Mr. Willard is in love with Maddy,” suggested Miss French.