“What makes you think that I can help you?”

“I do not think so. I only hope so.”

“And if I do not help you, then⁠—you will tell my father?”

“But no, but no! Debarrass yourself of that idea, Mademoiselle. I am not a blackmailer. I do not hold your secret over your head and threaten you with it.”

“If I refuse to help you⁠—” began the girl slowly.

“Then you refuse, and that is that.”

“Then why⁠—” she stopped.

“Listen, and I will tell you why. Women, Mademoiselle, are generous. If they can render a service to one who has rendered a service to them, they will do it. I was generous once to you, Mademoiselle. When I might have spoken, I held my tongue.”