"I have no such foolish prejudices, and the obstacles would not come from my side.
But, rest easy, Monsieur," continued he, bitterly, "the danger exists only in the imagination of your parishioners.

Reine has never cared for me! It was Claudet she loved!" "Hm, hm!" interjected the cure, dubiously.
"You would not doubt it," insisted de Buxieres, provoked at the Abbe's incredulous movements of his head, "if you had seen her, as I saw her, melt into tears when I told her of Sejournant's death.

She did not even wait until I had turned my back before she broke out in her lamentations.

My presence was of very small account.

Ah! she has but too cruelly made me feel how little she cares for me!" "You love her very much, then ?" demanded the Abbe, slyly, an almost imperceptible smile curving his lips.
"Oh, yes! I love her," exclaimed he, impetuously; then coloring and drooping his head.