“If you come to Paris at any time let me know. Do not allow the provinces to engross you altogether. Or if you have need of any thing—”
“I have need of nothing.”
“In that case, au revoir.”
He wanted to punish her. His nature was too small to bear the humiliation of allowing himself to be in the wrong. He was in a rage with them all, and he wanted to punish her. He only stung her. And the others had passed out, so that they heard nothing.
Chapter Nineteen.
“And thou, as one that once declined,
When he was little more than boy,
On some unworthy heart with joy,
But lives to wed an equal mind.”
In Memoriam.
Monsieur le Curé had his own little mortifications to endure before he got back to his study in the presbytère at Ardron. On his way to the Evêché he encountered the Préfet, who loved a little gossip, and stopped him at once.