“You will never dare, will you?”
“Never.”
“And yet you are my wife, Amélie; a priest has blessed our union.”
“But they say that marriage before a priest is null before the law.”
“Is it not enough for you, the wife of a proscribed man?” asked Morgan, his voice trembling as he spoke.
Amélie flung herself into his arms.
“But my mother,” said she; “our marriage did not have her presence and blessing.”
“Because there were too many risks to run, and we wished to run them alone.”
“But that man—Did you notice that my brother says he wills it?”
“Oh, if you loved me, Amélie, that man would see that he may change the face of the State, carry war from one end of the world to the other, make laws, build a throne, but that he cannot force lips to say yes when the heart says no.”