"It is serious, then," sighed the governess. "We are going to Algeria, then. Do you know, Clary, I have been weak to give in so?"
Clary did not reply, and Madame Caraman, encouraged by her silence, continued:
"Suppose an accident should happen to you, I would not survive the blow, for I love you. Wait another day, and if you still persist in your determination, I am satisfied."
When the governess had ended, Clary offered her her hand, and mockingly said:
"If you do not survive the shock of my death, you will not have to answer for it."
"No, no; prove to me that I am wrong."
"God forbid! You are right; but nevertheless—"
"Stick to your plan, then; but suppose I do not accompany you?"
"It would cause me great grief, but could not alter my resolution. I am young, Madame Caraman, very rich, and wish to enjoy life for once—no one loves me—"
"Ah, Clary, you have a heart of gold," sobbed Madame Caraman.