What was she that she should stand in the way of so many wishes?
As she had worked for her bread in her uncle's house at Granpere, so would she work for her bread in her husband's house at Basle.

No doubt there were other things to be joined to her work,--things the thought of which dismayed her.

She had fought against them for a while; but, after all, what was she, that she should trouble the world by fighting?
When she got to Basle she would endeavour to see that the bread should rise there, and the wine be sufficient, and the supper such as her husband might wish it to be.
Was it not the manifest duty of every girl to act after this fashion?
Were not all marriages so arranged in the world around her?
Among the Protestants of Alsace, as she knew, there was some greater latitude of choice than was ever allowed by the stricter discipline of Roman Catholic education.

But then she was a Roman Catholic, as was her aunt; and she was too proud and too grateful to claim any peculiar exemption from the Protestantism of her uncle.
She had resolved during those early hours of the morning that 'it had better be so.' She thought that she could go through with it all, if only they would not tease her, and ask her to wear her Sunday frock, and force her to sit down with them at table.

Let them settle the day--with a word or two thrown in by herself to increase the distance--and she would be absolutely submissive, on condition that nothing should be required of her till the day should come.