"But he is a miller, I hear." "But he is so many other things--so many.

If he was only a miller we should have more of him.

He is at home only a little.

If I get up early enough in the morning, or if I am let stay up at night late enough, I see him; but that is not enough--is it, mother ?" she added with a sudden sense that she had gone too far, that she ought not to say this perhaps.
The woman's face had darkened for an instant, and irritation showed in her eyes, but by an effort of the will she controlled herself.
"Your father knows best what he can do and can't do," she said evenly.
"But you would not let a man judge for himself, would you, ma'm'selle ?" asked the old inquisitor.

"You would judge for the man what was best for him to do ?" "I would judge for my father," she replied.