"Why, of course; but that has nothing to do with it."
"But, my dearest child, what is to be done? You can't stay here, and we can't be married here, so the only thing to be done is to get away, and then we 'll be married as soon as your father will allow it. My aunt Judith's money has come in the very nick of time, for now we 'll be able to go back to the old place. Ah, you 'll love Ireland."
Marguerite tapped with her foot.
"Why can't we be married now?" she said quickly.
Madelon, who had been listening in silence, started and looked up, but did not speak.
"Impossible," said Mr. Desmond; and Aline whispered:
"My dear, you could n't."
"Why not? There is a priest here."
"You could n't trust him. He has taken the oath to the Convention," said Aline.
"Well but—Madelon, you told me of him; tell them what you said. Do you think he would betray us?"