“I do not understand you,” faltered she; “what is it?”
“It is this: the marriage can not take place.”
“Can not? why?”
“It is impossible, both in the eyes of the Church and in those of the world.”
The young girl looked at him with increasing amazement.
“You alarm me!” cried she. “What has happened? What reasons hinder me from marrying Claudet?”
“Very powerful reasons, my dear child. I do not feel at liberty to reveal them to you, but you must know that I am not speaking without authority, and that you may rely on the statement I have made.”
Reine remained thoughtful, her brows knit, her countenance troubled.
“I have every confidence in you, Monsieur le Cure, but—”
“But you hesitate about believing me,” interrupted the Abbe, piqued at not finding in one of his flock the blind obedience on which he had reckoned. “You must know, nevertheless, that your pastor has no interest in deceiving you, and that when he seeks to influence you, he has in view only your well-being in this world and in the next.”