"Oh, dear nurse, don't say anything about it," cried Blanche.
"No, mademoiselle; no, monsieur," responded Marguerite, still trembling, "I swear to you that—"
"That's enough," said the barber. "You love Blanche, and her happiness depends upon your discretion. Urbain will come in the evenings only, until the day he takes away his bride."
The barber departed after thus speaking, leaving Marguerite still dumbfounded by all that she had heard.
"How is this?" said she, following Blanche to her room; "M. Touquet consented to this at once?"
"Yes, dear nurse."
"I'm not to be sent away."
"That surprises me, also; I was so afraid he would refuse Urbain."
"Urbain—Urbain—but you don't know him, my child!"
"Why, yes, I do, dear nurse, since he is Ursule."