- Have you heard from my father, general Farris? I genuinely hope to see the progress of your research? You do not want to prove yourself incompetent, do you, general?
- No, my lady, I do not. Sadly, we have not yet found any traces of your father and that pains us gravely. I know, it is hard to accept, but... Maybe, it is best to let it go and not hurt yourself with false hope..
- No! What right do you have to give up on him? He was everything to me as well as he was everything to you, general! Continue the search!
- Yes, lady Aveline. May I be excuses for now?
- You may.
Oh, that damn Clement Farris. Aveline always knew he was simply jealous of her father and didn't want him found. He became general only because her dad was missing. Could he be the one who.. killed.. her father? She asked herself that question a million times and the answer was always the same. No. Farris was too much of a coward to do that. He wouldn't dare.
As soon as the man left the house Aveline breathlessly fell down on the nearest sofa.
Those seculiar talks were indeed very tiresome. And, oh! she suddenly realized that she still had this date with lord de Montoya that her mother appointed. Oh, gods, it is so hard to be rich....