"No, of course not. You saw to that, didn't you?" As frightened as she was, Jessica was determined that he would not know it.
"Be civil, Mlle; we are here for a lovely lunch." He turned to the maitre d'. "The lady is here; our table, please."
He held Jessica's chair for her. His old world manners were in sharp contrast to his appearance and character, she thought, no doubt a result of a privileged life. She knew that Phillipe had been born into wealth, but they had never discussed it. They had been young and very much in love, despite their brief friendship. She finally raised her eyes, "It has been many years, Jacques. What could you possibly want of me? And why would you terrorize me and my family? I have done nothing to you; I barely know you."
"Ah, but you do know someone of importance to me," Jacques replied. "You are now considered to be an expert in French art, true? Don't bother to answer; the University here boasts about its esteemed student."
"That's very flattering, but.."
"Be quiet and listen, Jessica. I have an important chore for you, one that my brother should have done many years ago. You are familiar with the works of Monet, I know. You have been called by many collectors who fear they have bought forged works. Now you will find the real Monet-at 203 Rue de Champagne."
"This is why my friend is hospitalized? This is why you terrorized me and my mother? I have come hundreds of miles to make a purchase you could have made yourself!"
"You're wrong, Mlle. I could not have acquired the Monet. But you will. He glanced up at the paintings on the wall. There was a lovely painting of a young girl at the riverside. "The St. Lawrence is quite cold this time of year, I am told."
"Be civil, Mlle; we are here for a lovely lunch." He turned to the maitre d'. "The lady is here; our table, please."
He held Jessica's chair for her. His old world manners were in sharp contrast to his appearance and character, she thought, no doubt a result of a privileged life. She knew that Phillipe had been born into wealth, but they had never discussed it. They had been young and very much in love, despite their brief friendship. She finally raised her eyes, "It has been many years, Jacques. What could you possibly want of me? And why would you terrorize me and my family? I have done nothing to you; I barely know you."
"Ah, but you do know someone of importance to me," Jacques replied. "You are now considered to be an expert in French art, true? Don't bother to answer; the University here boasts about its esteemed student."
"That's very flattering, but.."
"Be quiet and listen, Jessica. I have an important chore for you, one that my brother should have done many years ago. You are familiar with the works of Monet, I know. You have been called by many collectors who fear they have bought forged works. Now you will find the real Monet-at 203 Rue de Champagne."
"This is why my friend is hospitalized? This is why you terrorized me and my mother? I have come hundreds of miles to make a purchase you could have made yourself!"
"You're wrong, Mlle. I could not have acquired the Monet. But you will. He glanced up at the paintings on the wall. There was a lovely painting of a young girl at the riverside. "The St. Lawrence is quite cold this time of year, I am told."