But gently disengaging himself, he said, stammeringly: "No, no, my dear; I was wrong.

Angelique, do you understand me?
You must always listen to your mother.

She alone is wise, and we are both of us very foolish.

I am wrong; yes, I acknowledge it." Too disturbed to sit down, leaving the cope upon which he had been working, he occupied himself in pasting a banner that was finished, although still in its frame.

After having taken the pot of Flemish glue from the chest of drawers, he moistened with a brush the underside of the material, to make the embroidery firmer.