"My uncle would never consent.

In my veins is the oldest, the noblest blood of France.
Even I could not----" "Be it so," said Marteau, paling, but standing very erect.

"It is, of course, impossible.

There is not honor enough or merit enough in the world," he went on bitterly, "to obliterate the difference in station between us.

The revolution, after all, changed little.