"Is all well?"
"Yes," she said, "we have agreed to differ for the rest of our lives. It seems that this stupid fellow needs somebody to look after him. And it seems to be God's will that that somebody should be I."
"Bless you then, my children," said Asabri; "and farewell! I shall come to the wedding."
They returned the notary to his little home in the village; and the fees which he was to receive for the documents which he was to draw up made him so happy that he flung his arms about his wife, who was rather a prim person, and fell to kissing her with the most boisterous good will.
It was dusk when they reached the village in which the sweetheart of the youngest brigand lived. Asabri thought that he had never seen a girl more exquisite.
"And we have loved each other," said the youngest brigand, his arm about her firm, round waist, "since we were children.... I think I am dying, I am so happy."
"Shall you buy a farm, a barge, a business?" asked the banker.
"Whatever is decided," said the girl, "it will be a paradise."
Her old father came out of the house.