His daughter seized this opportunity. She took the tide at the flood. She pleaded earnestly and tenderly.
Then, as he balanced between pride and prejudice on one side, and a life of peace and contentment on the other, her persuasive voice made the tendrils of his heart move uneasily.
This stone-hearted man wept.
So did his daughter. And amidst this flood of tears, father and daughter were reconciled once more.
Mr. Rougeant grew rapidly better. He had something to live for now. He, however, would not quit his farm.
"Why don't you come and live here?" he said to Frank one evening as they sat near a blazing fire in the parlour of "Les Marches."
The idea struck Frank as being quite practicable. He was already prevented, from want of room, to extend his business at the Rohais.
"You would not like to see greenhouses in your fields yonder;" he said.
"Yes, I would; besides, I have a lot of capital which might be profitably used up. We might form a partnership."
"I must think it over," said Frank. He cast a look towards Adèle, and as he met her beseeching eyes, he added smilingly: "I think we may as well consider the matter as settled."