"Hinder me from doing what you ask?—never!"
"Whatever may be the grief that it may cause me?"
"No, that is a different thing; if it is to give you pain I would rather be cut in half."
"But if I beg you, my friend, my brother," said Bathilde, in her most persuasive voice.
"Oh, if you speak like that I shall cry like the Fountain of the Innocents!"
And Boniface began to sob.
"You will tell me all then, my dear Boniface?"
"Everything."
"Well, tell me first—"
Bathilde stopped.