Well, I would go, and I would put a stop to this.

I had suddenly discovered how very much I was a Granger of Etchingham, after all I _had_ family traditions and graves behind me.

And for the sake of all these people whose one achievement had been the making of a good name I _had_ to intervene now.

After all--"_Bon sang ne_" -- does not get itself talked about in _that_ way.
The early afternoon of the morrow found me in a great room--a faded, sombre salon of the house my aunt had taken in the Faubourg Saint Germain.

Numbers of strong-featured people were talking in groups among the tables and chairs of a time before the Revolution.