Do with me whatever you think best; but have pity when deciding my fate." Still, as he continued silent, he terrified her, and seemed to grow taller than ever as he stood before her in his fearful majesty.

The deserted Cathedral, whose aisles were already dark, with its high vaulted arches where the daylight seemed dying, made the agony of this silence still harder to bear.

In the chapel, where the commemorative slabs could no longer be seen, there remained only the Bishop in his purple cassock, that now looked black, and his long white face, which alone seemed to have absorbed all the light.

She saw his bright eyes fixed upon her with an ever-increasing depth of expression, and shrunk from them, wondering if it were possible that anger made them shine in so strange a way.
"Monseigneur, had I not come to-day, I should have eternally reproached myself for having brought about the unhappiness of us both from my want of courage.

Tell me then, oh, tell me that I was right in doing so, and that you will give us your consent!" What use would there be in discussing the matter with this child?
He had already given his son the reasons for his refusal, and that was all-sufficient.