And at last there came a matter in which he would not yield, and so they parted.
For mademoiselle declared that always must Ancelles be her home.
"When you are my wife," he said, "you must come with me to my house in town—in London, you know. What a change it will be for you, petite!"
And then mademoiselle, her eyes kindling, declared that never would she live elsewhere than at Ancelles.
He was aghast. For to a man, strong of limb and strong of brain, the life that was a dream amongst the roses could not suffice.
In vain he urged his views upon her. She rebelled against his tone of authority. At last she stood before him with head erect, and eyes that flashed on him from under their long lashes.
"Choose," she said peremptorily: "London or me."
"But, child, hear me——"
"I will not hear you. Pray choose at once."
"I would have both——"