“Just so.”
“Well, if I oppose my father’s wishes, an explanation must ensue, and this just now I do not desire. I therefore intend to speak openly to M. de Breulh-Faverlay, who is an honorable, straightforward man; and when I tell him the real state of the case, he will withdraw his pretensions.”
“But,” replied Andre, “should he do so, another will come forward.”
“That is very possible, and in his turn the successor will be dismissed.”
“Ah!” murmured the unhappy man, “how terrible will be your life,—a scene of daily strife with your father and mother.”
After a tender farewell, Sabine and Modeste left. Andre had wished to be permitted to go out and procure a vehicle, but this the young girl negatived, and took her leave, saying.—
“I shall see M. de Breulh-Faverlay to-morrow.”
For a moment after he was left alone Andre felt very sad, but a happy thought flashed across his brain.
“Sabine,” said he, “went away on foot, and I may follow her without injury to her reputation.”
In another moment he was in the street, and caught a glimpse of Sabine and her maid under a lamp at the next corner. He crossed to the other side of the way and followed them cautiously.