"As happy as you thought?"
"No," she said slowly, "but it is my fault. The fault of my position, if you wish. I am jealous!"
"Of Louison?"
"No! Of what may happen."
"Why shouldn't he marry you?" he said angrily.
"Because I have not asked him," she answered wearily. "And because I would not have it."
"Why?"
"Because I love him, my friend," she said in rebuke. "And because a waif of the streets does not marry a man of education and position unless she wishes to drag him down."
Goursac, to her surprise, leaned over and patted her hand; then, as though ashamed to have shown such tenderness, he added gruffly: