And as I trust that this good father," he went on, turning to the ecclesiastic, and speaking with the sneer from which he seldom refrained, Catholic as he was, when he mentioned a priest, "has by this time succeeded in removing the other, and persuading you to accept his ministrations--" "No!" she cried impulsively.
"No ?" with a dubious smile, and a glance from one to the other.

"Oh, I had hoped better things.

But he still may?
He still may.

I am sure he may.

In which case, Mademoiselle, your modesty must pardon me if I plead urgency, and fix the hour after supper this evening for the fulfilment of your promise." She turned white to the lips.