Yes! happy at any cost, no matter how, but by all possible means." He had approached his wife, and he dared to cry out in the revolt of his tenderness, being doubly irritated by the sad silence she still maintained.
"Since they love each other, it is they alone who should be masters of the situation.

There is surely nothing in the world greater than to love and be loved.

Yes, happiness is always legitimate." At length Hubertine, standing motionless, spoke slowly: "You are willing, then, that he should take her from us, are you not?
That he should marry her notwithstanding our opposition, and without the consent of his father?
Would you advise them to do so?
Do you think that they would be happy afterwards, and that love would suffice them ?" And without changing her manner she continued in the same heart-broken voice: "On my way home I passed by the cemetery, and an undefinable hope made me enter there again.

I knelt once more on the spot that is worn by our knees, and I prayed there for a long time." Hubert had turned very pale, and a cold chill replaced the fever of a few moments before.

Certainly he knew well the tomb of the unforgiving mother, where they had so often been in tears and in submission, as they accused themselves of their disobedience, and besought the dead to send them her pardon from the depths of the earth.