Maurice and Ferdinand are often in Paris." "And the uncle with whom you are now ?" I asked.
I seemed to have been unfortunate in my choice of a conversation.

Her eyes had grown larger.

The quivering of her lips was almost pitiful.
"I am a clumsy ass!" I interrupted quickly.

"I am asking you questions which you do not wish to answer.

A little later on, perhaps, you will tell me everything of your own accord.