"It appears she has in her heart an unhappy love! And as I do not resemble the dreamed-of type, Madame has repugnances.

But you understand the affair is not going to end there.

It is not usual to come and say to a husband, twelve hours after marriage, 'Sir, I am very sorry, but I love somebody else!' It would be too convenient.

I shall not lend myself to these whims." "Cayrol, oblige me by speaking in a lower tone," said Madame Desvarennes, quietly.

"There is some misunderstanding between you and this child." The husband shrugged his broad shoulders.
"A misunderstanding?
Faith! I think so! You have a delicacy of language which pleases me! A misunderstanding! Say rather a shameful deception! But I want to know the gentleman's name.