But he did not accept, which hurt Madame Cormier. For a long time Saniel had been a sort of god to her, and since he had shown so much zeal regarding Florentin, the ‘culte’ was become more fervent.
At last Phillis’s step was heard.
“What! You came to tell mamma!” she exclaimed, on seeing Saniel.
Ordinarily her mother listened to her respectfully, but now she interrupted her.
“And Madame Dammauville?” she asked.
“Madame Dammauville has excellent eyes. She is a woman of intellect, who, without the assistance of any business man, manages her fortune.”
Overcome, Madame Cormier fell into a chair.
“Oh, the poor child!” she murmured.
Exclamations of joy escaped her which contained but little sense.
“It is as I thought,” Saniel said; “but it would be imprudent to abandon ourselves to hopes to-day that to-morrow may destroy.”