I invited him to enter, and he came in and stood with his fur cap on his head, looking direfully at me.
"Well, monsieur, what is the purpose of this visit?" I asked.
"To tell you," he thundered, "that you must give up the unhappy woman who has accompanied you here."
"That is precisely what I intend to do," I answered.
"To me," he said. "Her husband——"
I felt my brain whirling. I knew now that I had always cherished a hope, despite the ring—what a fool I had been!
"I married them," continued Père Antoine.
"Where is he?" I demanded desperately.
He appeared disconcerted. I gathered from his stare that he had supposed I knew.
"This is a Catholic country," he went on, more quietly. "There is no divorce; there can be none. Marriage is a sacrament. Sinning as she is——"