"Thoroughly false, I should think. It doesn't accord either with
his illusions or his pretensions, or even with the real position he
has in the world. And so what between his mother and the General
Headquarters and the state of his own feelings he. . . "
"He is in love with her," I interrupted again.
"That wouldn't make it any easier. I'm not at all sure of that.
But if so it can't be a very idealistic sentiment. All the warmth
of his idealism is concentrated upon a certain 'Americain,
Catholique et gentil-homme. . . '"
The smile which for a moment dwelt on his lips was not unkind.
"At the same time he has a very good grip of the material
conditions that surround, as it were, the situation."
"What do you mean? That Dona Rita" (the name came strangely
familiar to my tongue) "is rich, that she has a fortune of her
own?"
"Yes, a fortune," said Mills. "But it was Allegre's fortune
before. . . And then there is Blunt's fortune: he lives by his
sword. And there is the fortune of his mother, I assure you a
perfectly charming, clever, and most aristocratic old lady, with
the most distinguished connections. I really mean it. She doesn't
live by her sword. She . . .
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