"Tell me, my darling."
"You will not be angry, mamma?"
"Angry, darling--with you!"
"He is coming to speak to you to-morrow, mamma."
"He loves you, Constance."
"Yes, mamma."
"And you love him."
The young girl hid her face on her mother's neck.
"You are not sorry, mamma, are you?"
"I think only of your happiness, darling. I have no other object in life."