Reine, knowing Claudet’s violent disposition, and wishing to avoid trouble for the cure, thought it advisable to have recourse to evasion.
“Monsieur le Cure,” said she, “has had no part in my decision. He has not spoken against you, and deserves no reproaches from you.”
“In that case, why do you send me away?”
“I repeat again, the comfort and peace of my father are paramount with me, and I do not intend to marry so long as he may have need of me.”
“Well,” said Claudet, persistently, “I love you, and I will wait.”
“It can not be.”
“Why?”
“Because,” replied she, sharply, “because it would be kind neither to you, nor to my father, nor to me. Because marriages that drag along in that way are never good for anything!”
“Those are bad reasons!” he muttered, gloomily.
“Good or bad,” replied the young girl, “they appear valid to me, and I hold to them.”