“Laramée, have my nag saddled too; I will accompany monseigneur.”
“To the devil with such folly!” said the baron, shrugging his shoulders.
“Folly or not, I intend to accompany you, father.”
“No, no, a hundred times no. You shall not go with me; such roads, and at such an hour!”
“I will follow you, father. You know I am wilful and obstinate.”
“Certainly, as a goat, when you set your mind to it; but this time I hope you will yield to me.”
“I am going down-stairs to prepare for my departure,” said Reine. “Come, Honorât.”
“To the devil with such nonsense! She is capable of doing it as well as saying it Ah, there it is, I have been too good; I have been too indulgent to her; she abuses it!” cried the old gentleman, stamping his foot with anger. Then taking a milder tone, he said: “Let us see, Reine, my daughter, my dear daughter, be reasonable; just one dash of a gallop, and I am with Saint-Yves in time to drive away these wretches with blows of my whip, and I return.”
Reine made a step toward the door.
“But you may join me, Honorât; you are as unmoved as a worm.”