in for a good deal,” I said with some assurance.
“Yes, for she is fond of me. But how come you to think so?”
I answered this question with another one. “That Marquis of yours,” I said, “—is he also familiar with your family secrets?”
“And why are you yourself so interested in them?” was her retort as she eyed me with dry grimness.
“Never mind. If I am not mistaken, the General has succeeded in borrowing money of the Marquis.”
“It may be so.”
“Is it likely that the Marquis would have lent the money if he had not known something or other about your grandmother? Did you notice, too, that three times during luncheon, when speaking of her, he called her ‘ La Baboulenka ’? What loving, friendly behaviour, to be sure!”