DAME YOLANDE was unhappy because Lord Raoul de Trentanaye, her son, was showing symptoms of the old restlessness of the young. She held his tutor in conference in the hedged gardens of the chateau. “Why is he not as he used to be, Monsieur duVal?” “Madame and my liege, he is nineteen.” But to Dame Yolande that was no reason why he should be changed—sad and then satiric and always restless, restless. “You do not press him too much at his work?” “Madame, no. And up till now he needed no pressing. He was eager and avid for learning. Now—it seems all indifferent to him
DAME YOLANDE was unhappy because Lord Raoul de Trentanaye, her son, was showing symptoms of the old restlessness of the young. She held his tutor in conference in the hedged gardens of the chateau. “Why is he not as he used to be, Monsieur duVal?” “Madame and my liege, he is nineteen.” But to Dame Yolande that was no reason why he should be changed—sad and then satiric and always restless, restless. “You do not press him too much at his work?” “Madame, no. And up till now he needed no pressing. He was eager and avid for learning. Now—it seems all indifferent to him