s, to make an immense fortune. Although he is rich
already, for he holds a controlling interest in a stock-broker's
firm, he works as hard as any poor devil. I would not be surprised
to hear that he makes half a million of francs a year. His wife
will have her carriage, her box at the opera, diamonds, and dresses
as handsome as Mlle. de Thaller's."

"Eh! What do I care for such things?"

"It's understood. I'll present him to you on Saturday."

But Mlle. Gilberte was not one of those young girls who allow
themselves, through weakness or timidity, to become engaged, and so
far engaged, that later, they can no longer withdraw. A discussion
being unavoidable, she preferred to have it out at once.

"A presentation is absolutely useless, father," she declared
resolutely.

"Because?"

"I have told you that I did not wish to marry."

"But if it is my will?"

"I am ready to obey you in every thing except that."

"In that as in every thing else," interrupted the cashier of the
Mutual Credit in a thundering voice.

And, casting upon his wife and children a glance full of defiance
and threats:

"In that, as in every thing else," he repeated, "because I am the
master; and I shall prove it. Yes, I will prove it; for I am tired
to see my family leagued against my authority."

And out he went, slamming the door so violently, that the partitions
shook.

"You are wrong to resist your father thus," murmured the weak Mme.
Favoral.

The fact is, that the poor woman could not understand why her
daughter refused the only means at her command to break off with
her miserable existence.

"Let him present you this young man," she said. "You might like
him."

"I am sure I shall not like him."

She said this in such a tone, that the light suddenly flashed upon
Mme. Favoral's mind.

"Heavens!" she murmured. "Gilberte, my darling child, have you then
a secret which your mother does not know?"

XIV

Yes, Mlle. Gilberte had her secret--a very simple one, though,
chaste, like herself, and one of those which, as the old women say,
must cause the angels to rejoice.

The spring of that year having been unusually mild, Mme. Favoral
and her daughter had taken the habit of going daily to breathe the
fresh air in the Place Royale. They took their work with them,
crotchet or knitting; so that this salutary exercise did not in any
way diminish the earnings of the week. It was during these walks
that Mlle. Gilberte h