"That about which you were speaking to Doctor Roger just now. An uprising is to take place in La Vendée."
"Really?"
"You will not deny that, I think."
"I?--why should I deny it?"
"Your father and you are taking part in it."
"You forget my sister," said Bertha, laughing.
"No, I forget no one," said Michel, with a sigh.
"Go on."
"Let me tell you--as a tender friend, a devoted friend--that you are wrong."
"And why am I wrong, my tender, my devoted friend," asked Bertha, with the tinge of satire she could never quite eliminate from her nature.