Chapter 35

She sat, very pale, though calm, in a high-backed, carved chair. Only her strong white hands strained at her handkerchief as if there alone her grief found outlet. Barnett bowed low. “Accept my profound sympathy, mademoiselle,” he murmured. “Your father’s death will be felt by all France!” “Yes,” the girl said, in a low voice. “Five years ago he discovered the antiseptic which is now used in every hospital. That brought him renown, though it did not mend our fortunes when we lost our money in Russia.” She gave a pa…