At any rate, my dear girl," added her father, as Modeste made a gesture of disgust, "you are to see both of them, the sham and the true Canalis--" "Oh, papa!--" "Did you not swear just now to obey me in everything, even in the _affair_ of your marriage?
Well, I allow you to choose which of the two you like best for a husband.

You have begun by a poem, you shall finish with a bucolic, and try if you can discover the real character of these gentlemen here, in the country, on a few hunting or fishing excursions." Modeste bowed her head and walked home with her father, listening to what he said but replying only in monosyllables..