One signs a marriage certificate or a death-warrant." Anne crossed the room and put her arms round her companion, who accepted the caress with moist eyes.
"You will have me weeping in a moment, Gabrielle," said Anne.
"Let us weep together, then; only I shall weep from pure rage." "There is peace in the convent," murmured Anne.
"Peace is as the heart is; and mine shall never know peace.

I have been disillusioned too soon.

I should go mad in a convent.

Did I not pass my youth in one,--to what end ?" "If only you loved a good man." "Or even a man," whimsically.

"Go on with the thought." "The mere loving would make you happy." Madame searched Anne's blue eyes.