"
"If she is going to throw herself away," Newman had said, "you ought to
stop her."
"Stop her? How stop her?"
"Talk to her; give her some good advice."
Bellegarde laughed. "Heaven deliver us both! Imagine the situation! Go
and advise her yourself."
It was after this that Newman had gone with Bellegarde to see Madame
Dandelard. When they came away, Bellegarde reproached his companion.
"Where was your famous advice?" he asked. "I didn't hear a word of it."
"Oh, I give it up," said Newman, simply.
"Then you are as bad as I!" said Bellegarde.
"No, because I don't take an 'intellectual pleasure' in her prospective
adventures. I don't in the least want to see her going down hill. I had
rather look the other way. But why," he asked, in a moment, "don't you
get your sister to go and see her?"
Bellegarde stared. "Go and see Madame Dandelard--my sister?"
"She might talk to her to very good purpose."
Bellegarde shook his head with sudden gravity. "My sister can't see that
sort of person. Madame Dandelard is nothing at all; they would never
meet."
"I should think," said Newman, "that your sister might see whom she
pleased." And he privately resolved that after he knew her a little
better he would ask Madame de Cintre to go and talk to the foolish
little Italian lady.
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