'And why?'
'For many reasons more than I dare to say. One I may mention——'
'Name it. But already you have named so many.'
'You are a Huguenot—I a Catholic.'
'Well, and what of that?'
''Tis an error in faith my doing so; but I fear that we poor women are all pagans in the question of duty when it jars with love.'
'Then kiss me, my beautiful heathen.'
We were now close to the gate of St. Michel, and, alas! consequently only thirty miles from Nanci, and we felt more triste than ever.