"Are you pleased? Is your father one you can be proud of?"
"I think so, his heart seems noble and good. His voice is sweet and melodious."
"His voice! but is he like you?"
"I do not know. I have not seen him."
"Not seen him?"
"No, it was dark."
"Your father did not wish to see his daughter; and you so beautiful; oh, what indifference!"
"No, Gaston, he is not indifferent; he knows me well; he has my portrait—that portrait which made you so jealous last spring."
"But I do not understand this."
"It was dark, I tell you."