“Because you have been at fault, and inquiries will be made regarding your character, and Savin’s as well.”
“What of that?”
“Everybody knows Savin and admires him. The magistrates will learn about the raspberry fête last summer and its consequences. Besides, you have been most imprudent in your attitude toward Firmin and Bruno.”
“But, Monsieur——”
“My child, even if you had the necessary means to push a lawsuit, I should still advise you to desist.”
“Why?”
“Because Savin married you under most peculiar circumstances, and you must not forget his generosity and magnanimity in shielding you against the world. Most women would adore such a man, no matter how jealous he was. Such a man never has any difficulty in finding friends to defend him.”
“I have nothing more to say, Monsieur. Good-morning,” said Catherine, as she hastened with an injured look toward the door.
Understanding her feelings, Monsieur Eugène quietly rose and opened the door for her. Sad and troubled, Catherine went away. As she was passing the inn she heard a loud discussion going on. Andoche’s voice could be heard above all the others, but Firmin too was talking loudly, trying to defend himself against their taunts.
“She is pretty, to be sure, Firmin,” Fadard was saying, “but you must run a great risk.”