“They say that!” she cried.
He endeavoured to soothe her at once.
“Little one, little one! There are always evil-minded people. One must realise that.”
“When you are happy,” she murmured, “how is one to know that?”
* * *
On the day we signed the marriage contract, she followed the example of her father. In the contract I had settled upon her a sum which would insure her future. She refused to accept it, and all my entreaties were useless.
“But I may die, Raymonde,” I said.
“Then I shall no longer need anything.”
“One has to live even in sorrow,” I explained.
“It takes very little.”