“What is it, then?” asked the young girl. “Perhaps you think I shall abandon you, dear grandpapa, and that I shall forget you when I am married?”
“No.”
“They told you, then, that M. d’Épinay consented to our all living together?”
“Yes.”
“Then why are you still vexed and grieved?” The old man’s eyes beamed with an expression of gentle affection.
“Yes, I understand,” said Valentine; “it is because you love me.” The old man assented.
“And you are afraid I shall be unhappy?”
“Yes.”
“You do not like M. Franz?” The eyes repeated several times, “No, no, no.”
“Then you are vexed with the engagement?”