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Oh, we
are fantastic!"
Andre-Louis turned, his hand upon the door-handle. "No," he said,
"I was mistaken. You are not fantastic. You are just vile - both
of you." And he went out.

CHAPTER X
CONTRITION

Mlle. de Kercadiou walked with her aunt in the bright morning
sunshine of a Sunday in March on the broad terrace of the Chateau
de Sautron.
For one of her natural sweetness of disposition she had been oddly
irritable of late, manifesting signs of a cynical worldliness, which
convinced Mme. de Sautron more than ever that her brother Quintin
had scandalously conducted the child's education. She appeared to
be instructed in all the things of which a girl is better ignorant,
and ignorant of all the things that a girl should know. That at
least was the point of view of Mme. de Sautron.
"Tell me, madame," quoth Aline, "are all men beasts?" Unlike her
brother, Madame la Comtesse was tall and majestically built. In
the days before her marriage with M. de Sautron, ill-natured folk
described her as the only man in the family.


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