There was no end to the good with which she would be endowed--'linen,' said the man, holding up his hands in admiration, 'that will last out all her grandchildren at least!' George listened to it all, and smiled, and said a word or two--was it worth his while to come all the way to Granpere to throw his thunderbolt at a girl who had been captivated by promises of a chest full of house linen! George told the man that he would go up to the wood-cutting after his father; but before he was out of the court he changed his mind and slowly entered the house.

Why should he go to his father?
What had he to say to his father about the marriage that could not be better said down at the house?
After all, he had but little ground of complaint against his father.

It was Marie who had been untrue to him, and it was on Marie's head that his wrath must fall.

No doubt his father would be angry with him when he should have thrown his thunderbolt.

It could not, as he thought, be hurled effectually without his father's knowledge; but he need not tell his father the errand on which he had come.