"In his study."
She left the room and went to the study. Captain Danton looked up from his writing, at her entrance, in some surprise.
"Don't choke me, my dear, what is it?"
"Papa, may I go to Quebec?"
"Quebec? My dear, how can you go?"
"Very easily, papa. Virginie wants me to go, and I should like to see her. I won't stay there long."
"But all your wedding finery, Rose—how is it to be made if you go away?"
"It is nearly all made, papa; and for what remains they can get along just as well without me. Papa, say yes. I want to go dreadfully; and I will only stay a week or so. Do say yes, there's a darling papa!"
"Well, my dear, go, if you wish; but don't forget to come back in time. It will never do for M. La Touche to come here the fourth of June and find his bride missing."
"I won't stay in Quebec until June, papa," said Rose, kissing him and running out of the room. He called after her as she was shutting the door: