We heard the spring wind following the river channel—and a far faint call that I knew so well—the triangular wild flock in the upper air, flying north.
"Honk! honk!" It was the jubilant cry of freedom!
"Madame," said Abbé Edgeworth, resting his head on his hands, "I have seen many stubborn Bourbons, but he is the most obstinate of them all. We do not make as much impression on him as that little padlocked book."
Her terrified eyes darted at him—and hid their panic.
"Monsieur Abbé," she exclaimed piercingly, "tell him no woman will love him for throwing away a kingdom!"
The priest began once more.
"You will not resign your rights?"
"No."
"You will not exercise them?"
"No."