"He will despise me as I deserve.

I almost wish that I could undo it, and go back to that little room at Boisvert the prisoner of that fearful man, Tardivet, or else that--" Again she paused, and the Marquise turned towards her with a gasp.
"Or else that what ?" she demanded.

"Ma foi, it only remains that you should wish you had kept your promise to this scum." "I almost wish it, Madame.

I pledged my word to him." "You talk as if you were a man," said her mother; "as if your word was a thing that bound you.

It is a woman's prerogative to change her mind.