“I want to tell you one thing, Dad; you are wrong about Armand⁠—the Comte de la Roche, I mean. Oh, I know there were several regrettable incidents in his youth⁠—he has told me about them; but⁠—well, he has cared for me always. It broke his heart when you parted us in Paris, and now⁠—”

She was interrupted by the snort of indignation her father gave.

“So you fell for that stuff, did you? You, a daughter of mine! My God!”

He threw up his hands.

“That women can be such darned fools!”