If she says 'yes,' of her own free will, I shall not say 'no.'" M.Daburon, transported with happiness, could almost have embraced the old lady.

He thought her the best, the most excellent of women, not noticing the facility with which this proud spirit had been brought to yield.

He was delirious, almost mad.
"Wait!" said the old lady; "your cause is not yet gained.

Your mother, it is true, was a Cottevise, and I must excuse her for marrying so wretchedly; but your father is simple M.Daburon.This name, my dear friend, is simply ridiculous.

Do you think it will be easy to make a Daburon of a young girl who for nearly eighteen years has been called d'Arlange ?" This objection did not seem to trouble the magistrate.
"After all," continued the old lady, "your father gained a Cottevise, so you may win a d'Arlange.