"Ma foi! I never built any."
"Let me build one for you and Martial."
"Bah! What's the use of it?"
"To pass away time."
"Well, let's have your castle in the air."
"Well, then, only imagine that a lucky chance, such as sometimes occurs, brings you in contact with a person who says, 'Forsaken by your father and mother, your infancy was surrounded by such bad examples that you must be pitied, as much as blamed, for having become—'"
"Become what?"
"What you and I have become," replied Goualeuse, in a soft voice; and then she continued, "Suppose, then, that this person were to say to you, 'You love Martial; he loves you. Do you and he cease to lead an improper life,—instead of being his mistress, become his wife.'"
La Louve shrugged her shoulders.
"Do you think he would have me for his wife?"