It may be that by-and-by you will not have tears enough to weep.

My poor darling, this marriage can never take place." Again her gaiety burst out in a long musical laugh.
"But mother, mother, what are you saying?
Do you wish to punish me by teasing me?
It is a very simple matter.

This evening Felicien is to talk of it with his father.

To-morrow he will come to arrange everything with you." Could it be true that she believed all this?
Hubertine was distressed, and knew not what to do.

At last she concluded it was best to be pitiless and tell her; that it would be impossible for a little embroiderer without money and without name to marry Felicien d'Hautecoeur.