“Well, what is M. de Connal’s answer?” cried Mademoiselle.
“If he hesitate, my dear Dore, give him up dat minute.”
“Undoubtedly,” said Dora: “I have too much spirit to do otherwise. What’s his answer, father?”
“His answer, my dear child, has proved that you knew him better than I did—he scorns the offer of half your fortune—for your whole fortune he would not give you up.”
“I thought so,” cried Dora, triumphantly.
“I thought so,” echoed Mademoiselle.
“I did him injustice,” cried Ormond. “I am glad that M. de Connal has proved himself worthy of you, Dora, since you really approve of him—you have not a friend in the world, next to your father, who wishes your happiness more sincerely than I do.”
He hurried out of the room.
“There’s a heart for you!” said Corny.
“Not for me,” said Mademoiselle: “he has no passion in him.”