A woman," added the doctor, looking at Ursula as he unfastened the gate of his house, "ought to be educated to the height of every position in which her marriage may place her." Ursula grew red as a cherry; her godfather's thoughts evidently turned in the same direction as her own.

Feeling that she was too near confessing to the doctor the involuntary attraction which led her to think about Savinien and to center all her ideas of affection upon him, she turned aside and sat down in front of a great cluster of climbing plants, on the dark background of which she looked at a distance like a blue and white flower.
"Now you see, godfather, that your nieces were very kind to me; yes, they were very kind," she repeated as he approached her, to change the thoughts that made him pensive.
"Poor little girl!" cried the old man.
He laid Ursula's hand upon his arm, tapping it gently, and took her to the terraces beside the river, where no one could hear them.
"Why do you say, 'Poor little girl' ?" "Don't you see how they fear you ?" "Fear me,--why ?" "My next of kin are very uneasy about my conversion.

They no doubt attribute it to your influence over me; they fancy I deprive them of their inheritance to enrich you." "But you won't do that ?" said Ursula naively, looking up at him.
"Oh, divine consolation of my old age!" said the doctor, taking his godchild in his arms and kissing her on both cheeks.

"It was for her and not for myself, oh God! that I besought thee just now to let me live until the day I give her to some good being who is worthy of her!--You will see comedies, my little angel, comedies which the Minorets and Cremieres and Massins will come and play here.

You want to brighten and prolong my life; they are longing for my death." "God forbids us to hate any one, but if that is--Ah! I despise them!" exclaimed Ursula.
"Dinner is ready!" called La Bougival from the portico, which, on the garden side, was at the end of the corridor..