I promise you that I will be patient, and submit myself without a murmur of revolt to whatever Heaven wishes me to be." It was true grace which spoke within her.

The trial was great, but she was able to conquer, from the effects of the education she had received and the excellent example of the home life in which she had grown up.
Why should she doubt the morrow, when until this present moment everyone near her had been so generous and so tender towards her?
She prayed that she might be able to have the wisdom of Catherine, the meekness of Elizabeth, the chastity of Agnes; and re-comforted by the aid of the saints, she was sure that they alone would help her to triumph over every trouble.

Was it not true that her old friends the Cathedral, the Clos-Marie, and the Chevrotte, the little fresh house of the Huberts, the Huberts themselves, all who loved her, would defend her, without her being obliged to do anything, except to be obedient and good?
"Then, dear child, you promise me that you will never act contrary to our wishes, and above all against those of Monseigneur ?" "Yes, mother, I promise." "You also promise me not to see this young man again, and no longer to indulge in the foolish idea of marrying him ?" At this question her courage failed her.

She almost felt the spirit of rebellion rise again within her, as she thought of the depth of her love.

But in a moment she bowed her head and was definitely conquered.
"I promise to do nothing to bring about a meeting with him, and to take no steps towards our marriage." Hubertine, touched to the heart, pressed the young girl most affectionately in her arms as she thanked her for her obedience.