My congratulations, to him.

We must find you a wedding gift, little woman," he continued more briskly.

"It is an ancient and honoured custom that is falling somewhat into neglect.

Go up to the Chateau with Blaise and Jean there.

This good Tardivet must curb his impatience until to-morrow." He turned in his saddle, and beckoning the two servants he had named, he bade Marie to mount behind Blaise.
She drew back now, her cheeks white as those of the dead.