The Duclos are bourgeois, but Antoinette is a De Montfort." Mr.Gryce suppressed all token of his instinctive amazement.

This fine American woman was not without a sense of reflected glory given by this fact.

Her sister-in-law was a De Montfort! Expressing his thanks for her candor, he rose to depart.
"For all that," said he, "she may be at heart a _revolutionnaire_." Then, as he noticed the negation in her look, he added softly: "The least clue as to her present refuge would make me greatly your debtor." "I cannot give it; I do not know it." And somehow he believed her as absolutely as even she could desire.

If he should yet be fortunate enough to find this elusive Madame, it would have to be through some other agency than these relatives of hers by marriage.
As he passed out, he heard a frightened gasp from somewhere back in the hall.

Turning, he asked in the most natural manner whether there were children in the house.
Mrs.Duclos answered with some dignity that she had three daughters.
"You are fortunate, madame," he remarked with his old-fashioned bow.