That she was the richest heiress in all the country round about was naturally no objection.
So far as M.Lacheneur was concerned, he was delighted at the prospect of a marriage which would ally him, a former ploughboy, with an old family whose head was universally respected.
So, although no direct allusion to the subject had ever escaped the lips of the baron or of M.Lacheneur, there was a tacit agreement between the two families.
Yes, the marriage was considered a foregone conclusion.
And yet this impetuous and unexpected declaration by Maurice struck everyone dumb.
In spite of his agitation, the young man perceived the effect produced by his words, and frightened by his own boldness, he turned and looked questioningly at his father.
The baron's face was grave, even sad; but his attitude expressed no displeasure.
This gave renewed courage to the anxious lover.
"You will excuse me, Monsieur," he said, addressing Lacheneur, "for presenting my request in such a manner, and at such a time.

But surely, when fate glowers ominously upon you, that is the time when your friends should declare themselves--and deem themselves fortunate if their devotion can make you forget the infamous treatment to which you have been subjected." As he spoke, he was watching Marie-Anne.
Blushing and embarrassed, she turned away her head, perhaps to conceal the tears which inundated her face--tears of joy and of gratitude.
The love of the man she adored came forth victorious from a test which it would not be prudent for many heiresses to impose.
Now she could truly say that she knew Maurice's heart.
He, however, continued: "I have not consulted my father, sir; but I know his affection for me and his esteem for you.

When the happiness of my life is at stake, he will not oppose me.

He, who married my dear mother without a dowry, must understand my feelings." He was silent, awaiting the verdict.
"I approve your course, my son," said M.d'Escorval, deeply affected; "you have conducted yourself like an honorable man.

Certainly you are very young to become the head of a family; but, as you say, circumstances demand it." He turned to M.Lacheneur, and added: "My dear friend, I, in my son's behalf, ask the hand of your daughter in marriage." Maurice had not expected so little opposition.
In his delight he was almost tempted to bless the hateful Duc de Sairmeuse, to whom he would owe his approaching happiness.
He sprang toward his father, and seizing his hands, he raised them to his lips, faltering: "Thanks! you are so good! I love you! Oh, how happy I am!" Alas! the poor boy was in too much haste to rejoice.
A gleam of pride flashed in M.Lacheneur's eyes; but his face soon resumed its gloomy expression.
"Believe me, Monsieur le Baron, I am deeply touched by your grandeur of soul--yes, deeply touched.