That he had not yet spoken was only because he thought he had nothing to say.

She, no doubt, understood him, and she seemed to wish to raise herself up that she might be able to kiss his hands.

But he threw them behind him violently, and she was startled at seeing his white face become suddenly crimson, from a rush of blood to his head.
"Monseigneur! Monseigneur!" At last he opened his lips, to say to her just one word, the same he had said to his son: "Never!" And without remaining to pray that day, as was his wont, he left the chapel, and with slow steps soon disappeared behind the pillars of the apse.
Falling on the flagstones, Angelique wept for a long time, sobbing deeply in the great peaceful silence of the empty church..