“I said that I did not expect to be married, and I did not wish it; that I thought my education was far from complete, and that I wished to improve myself.”
“Well?”
“Then he said that he should submit to my caprices no longer, and that I should go back in October, as he had decided.”
“Well?”
“Well, I said no more, and he went away.”
Having received all this intelligence, I went up stairs. I found Mrs Bradshaw crying bitterly, and she threw herself into my arms.
“Oh, Mademoiselle Chatenoeuf!—the disgrace!—the ruin!—I shall never get over it,” exclaimed she.
“I see no disgrace or ruin, Mrs Bradshaw. Adèle has told me that a gentleman had proposed marriage to her, and asked my advice.”
“Indeed!” exclaimed Mrs Bradshaw.
“Yes.”