"But if I might say a word, Madame la baronne--"
"Well, what?"
"I don't quite dare to give advice to Madame la baronne; it is not my place, but--"
"Go on, Courtin; go on."
"Well, in order to get Monsieur Michel completely out of this hornets' nest, I think you'll have--by some means or other, prayers or threats--to make him leave la Logerie and go to Paris."
"Yes, you are right, Courtin."
"Only, I am afraid he won't consent."
"If I decide it, Courtin, he must consent."
"He will be twenty-one in eleven months; he is very nearly his own master."
"I tell you he shall go, Courtin. What are you listening for?"