“It’s I who shall pay. I do not mean to have another such scene as that of yesterday in my office. It must not be said that my son is a sharper and a cheat at the very moment when I find for my daughter a most unhoped-for match.”
And, turning to Mlle. Gilberte:
“For I suppose you have got over your foolish ideas,” he uttered.
The young girl shook her head.
“My ideas are the same as they were last night.”
“Ah, ah!”
“And so, father, I beg of you, do not insist. Why wrangle and quarrel? You must know me well enough to know, that, whatever may happen, I shall never yield.”
Indeed, M. Favoral was well aware of his daughter’s firmness; for he had already been compelled on several occasions, as he expressed it himself, “to strike his flag” before her. But he could not believe that she would resist when he took certain means of enforcing his will.
“I have pledged my word,” he said.
“But I have not pledged mine, father.”