Her sympathy with him was perfect; and now that he was radiant with triumph, though his triumph came from his victory over herself, she could not deny him the pleasure of triumphing with him.
'Dear uncle,' she said, still caressing him, 'I am so glad that you are pleased.' 'Of course it will be a poor house without you, Marie.

As for me, it will be just as though I had lost my right leg and my right arm.
But what! A man is not always to be thinking of himself.

To see you treated by all the world as you ought to be treated,--as I should choose that my own daughter should be treated,--that is what I have desired.

Sometimes when I've thought of it all when I've been alone, I have been mad with myself for letting it go on as it has done.' 'It has gone on very nicely, I think, Uncle Michel.' She knew how worse than useless it would be now to try and make him understand that it would be better for them both that she should remain with him.

She knew, to the moving of a feather, what she could do with him and what she could not.