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Andre-Louis dropped the subject, wondering.
After breakfast he and Climene sallied forth to take the air upon
the quays. It was a day of brilliant sunshine and less cold than
it had lately been. Columbine tactlessly joined them as they were
setting out, though in this respect matters were improved a little
when Harlequin came running after them, and attached himself to
Columbine.
Andre-Louis, stepping out ahead with Climene, spoke of the thing
that was uppermost in his mind at the moment.
"Your father is behaving very oddly towards me," said he. "It is
almost as if he had suddenly become hostile."
"You imagine it," said she. "My father is very grateful to you,
as we all are."
"He is anything but grateful. He is infuriated against me; and I
think I know the reason. Don't you? Can't you guess?"
"I can't, indeed."
"If you were my daughter, Climene, which God be thanked you are
not, I should feel aggrieved against the man who carried you away
from me. Poor old Pantaloon! He called me a corsair when I told
him that I intend to marry you.


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