“Yes; that is what annoyed him the most, for he saw how much we really love one another.”
“What are we to do, then?”
“Hold together, my good Marguerite, and let the storm pass over.”
“Will it pass?”
“It will have to.”
“But your father will not stop there.”
“What do you suppose he can do?”
“How do I know? Everything that a father can do to make his son obey him. He will remind you of my past life, and will perhaps do me the honour of inventing some new story, so that you may give me up.”
“You know that I love you.”
“Yes, but what I know, too, is that, sooner or later, you will have to obey your father, and perhaps you will end by believing him.”