Sabine reflected.
“I should execute the Prince’s commission,” said she.
“So should I, only——”
The girl easily found the cause of his hesitation.
“Will you never forget that I am wealthy?” replied she.
“The one would bring in the most money,” he returned, “and the other most credit.”
“Then accept the offer of M. Gandelu.”
The old cuckoo-clock in the corner struck five.
“Before we part, dear Andre,” resumed she, “I must tell you of a fresh trouble which threatens us; there is a project for marrying me to M. de Breulh-Faverlay.”
“What, that very wealthy gentleman?”