He knew that he was entirely at the mercy of those miscreants, and his pride revolted at the idea of submission; but at length he yielded.
"I agree," said he.

"My daughter shall not marry M.de Breulh-Faverlay." Even in his hour of triumph, Mascarin's face did not change.

He bowed profoundly, and left the room; but as he descended the stairs, he rubbed his hands, exclaiming, "If the doctor has made as good a job of it as I have, success is certain.".