Then she began to laugh.
"Father," said she, "will they cut his moustache off if he enters the cloister?"
"Undoubtedly."
She tried to imagine Durtal clean-shaven, and she concluded with a laugh,—
"I do not think it will improve his beauty."
"Oh, these women!" said the Abbé, shrugging his shoulders.
"
And what, in short," asked she, "may we hope for from this journey?"
"It is not of me that you should ask that, Madame Bavoil."
"Very true," said she, and clasping her hands she murmured,—