A moment later the clerk returned, saying there was certainly some misunderstanding, and that Madame Thuillier declared she had no intention of making any agreement in favor of the marriage.
“That’s a pretty thing!” cried Brigitte. “Come with me, monsieur.”
Then, like a hurricane, she rushed into Madame Thuillier’s chamber; the latter was pale and trembling.
“What’s this you have told monsieur?—that you give nothing to Celeste’s ‘dot’?”
“Yes,” said the slave, declaring insurrection, although in a shaking voice; “my intention is to do nothing.”
“Your intention,” said Brigitte, scarlet with anger, “is something new.”
“That is my intention,” was all the rebel replied.
“At least you will give your reasons?”
“The marriage does not please me.”
“Ha! and since when?”