She had not before observed young women to be made savage in their daily work by the outrage to their modesty of an acknowledged lover.

But, as usual, she submitted to her husband.

Had she not done so, there would have come that glance from the corner of his eye, and that curl in his lip, and that gentle breath from his nostril, which had become to her the expression of imperious marital authority.
Nothing could be kinder, more truly affectionate, than was the heart of her husband towards her niece.

Therefore Madame Voss yielded, and comforted herself by an assurance that as the best was being done for Marie, she need not subject herself to her husband's displeasure by contradiction or interference.
Michel Voss himself said little or nothing to his niece at this time.

She had yielded to him, making him a promise that she would endeavour to accede to his wishes, and he felt that he was bound in honour not to trouble her farther, unless she should show herself to be disobedient when the moment of trial came.