That same evening in the kitchen, after they left the dinner-table, Angelique confessed everything to Hubert, telling him of her interview with the Bishop, and of the latter's refusal.

She was very pale, but not at all excited.
Hubert was quite overcome.

What?
Could it be possible that his dear child already suffered?
That she also had been so deeply wounded in her affections?
His eyes were filled with tears from his sympathy with her, as they were both of that excessively sensitive nature that at the least breath they were carried away by their imaginations.
"Ah! my poor darling, why did you not consult me?
I would willingly have accompanied you, and perhaps I might have persuaded Monseigneur to yield to your prayers." With a look Hubertine stopped him.

He was really unreasonable.

Was it not much better to seize this occasion to put an end at once to all ideas of a marriage which would be impossible?
She took the young girl in her arms, and tenderly kissed her forehead.
"Then, now it is ended, my dear child; all ended ?" Angelique at first did not appear to understand what was said to her.
Soon the words returned to her as if from a distance.