you are!"

I told her of the scene with my father.

"My God! I was afraid of it," she said. "When Joseph came to tell you
of your father's arrival I trembled as if he had brought news of some
misfortune. My poor friend, I am the cause of all your distress. You
will be better off, perhaps, if you leave me and do not quarrel
with your father on my account. He knows that you are sure to have a
mistress, and he ought to be thankful that it is I, since I love you and
do not want more of you than your position allows. Did you tell him how
we had arranged our future?"

"Yes; that is what annoyed him the most, for he saw how much we really
love one another."

"What are we to do, then?"

"Hold together, my good Marguerite, and let the storm pass over."

"Will it pass?"

"It will have to."

"But your father will not stop there."

"What do you suppose he can do?"

"How do I know? Everything that a father can do to make his son obey
him. He will remind you of my past life, and will perhaps do me the
honour of inventing some new story, so that you may give me up."

"You know that I love you."

"Yes, but what I know, too, is that, sooner or later, you will have to
obey your father, and perhaps you will end by believing him."

"No, Marguerite. It is I who will make him believe me. Some of his
friends have been telling him tales which have made him angry; but he is
good and just, he will change his first impression; and then, after all,
what does it matter to me?"

"Do not say that, Armand. I would rather anything should happen than
that you should quarrel with your family; wait till after to-day, and
to-morrow go back to Paris. Your father, too, will have thought it over
on his side, and perhaps you will both come to a better understanding.
Do not go against his principles, pretend to make some concessions to
what he wants; seem not to care so very much about me, and he will let
things remain as they are. Hope, my friend, and be sure of one thing,
that whatever happens, Marguerite will always be yours."

"You swear it?"

"Do I need to swear it?"

How sweet it is to let oneself be persuaded by the voice that one loves!
Marguerite and I spent the whole day in talking over our projects for
the future, as if we felt the need of realizing them as quickly as
possible. At every moment we awaited some event, but the day passed
without bringing us any new tidings.

Next day I left at ten o'clock, and reached the hotel a