She slowly shook her head.
"Yes, in Paris, Monsieur Fabien; that's what makes the master so unhappy."
"You will soon see her whom I have chosen, Madeleine."
"I do not think so, Monsieur Fabien."
"Yes, yes, you will; and you will see that it is my uncle who is in the wrong."
"I have not often known him in the wrong."
"That has nothing to do with it. My marriage is fully decided upon, and all I want is to get my uncle's consent to it. Do you understand? I want to make friends with him."
Madeleine shook her head again.
"You won't succeed."
"My dear Madeleine!"