Madame la Generale D'Hubert lifted up her hands in despair after perusing that answer.
"You see? He won't be reconciled," said her husband. "He must never, by any chance, be
allowed to guess where the money comes from. It wouldn't do. He couldn't bear it."
"You are a brave homme, Armand," said Madame la Generale, appreciatively.
"My dear, I had the right to blow his brains out; but as I didn't, we can't let him starve. He
has lost his pension and he is utterly incapable of doing anything in the world for himself.
We must take care of him, secretly, to the end of his days. Don't I owe him the most
ecstatic moment of my life? . . . Ha! ha! ha! Over the fields, two miles, running all the
way! I couldn't believe my ears! . . . But for his stupid ferocity, it would have taken me
years to find you out. It's extraordinary how in one way or another this man has managed
to fasten himself on my deeper feelings."
