"A divorce! Mon Dieu, she is a good Catholic."
Vesper sank into a chair and dropped his head on his hand. Hot, rebellious thoughts leaped into his heart. Yesterday he had been so happy; to-day—
"My friend," said Agapit, softly, "do not give way."
His words stung Vesper as if they had been an insult.
"I am not giving way," he said, fiercely. "I am trying to find a way out of this diabolical scrape."
"But surely there is only one road to follow."
Vesper said nothing, but his eyes were blazing, and Agapit recoiled from him with a look of terror.
"You surely would not influence one who loves you to do anything wrong?"
"Rose is mine," said Vesper, grimly.
"But she is married to Charlitte."