The servant cast on the man an angry glance, and went away grumbling.
The clergyman went on:
"Come, now, spin out your yarn."
The young fellow still hesitated, looked down at his wooden shoes, moved about his cap, then, all of a sudden, he made up his mind:
"Here it is: I want to marry Céleste Lévesque."
"Well, my boy, what's there to prevent you?"
"The father won't have it."
"Your father?"
"Yes, my father."
"What does your father say?"