“It cannot be,” repeated M. Lacheneur; “and the day will come when you will bless the decision I make known at this moment.”
Alarmed by her son’s evident agony, Mme. d’Escorval interposed:
“You must have reasons for this refusal.”
“None that I can disclose, Madame. But never while I live shall my daughter be your son’s wife!”
“Ah! it will kill my child!” exclaimed the baroness.
M. Lacheneur shook his head.
“Monsieur Maurice,” said he, “is young; he will console himself—he will forget.”
“Never!” interrupted the unhappy lover—“never!”
“And your daughter?” inquired the baroness.
Ah! this was the weak spot in his armor; the instinct of a mother was not mistaken. M. Lacheneur hesitated a moment; but he finally conquered the weakness that had threatened to master him.