"Very well!"—he said, and walked into the room. Daphnè uttered a scream of terror, and her tears redoubled.
"There is nothing to cry about," said M. de Langevy; "but as for you, young man, you must let me into the secret, if you please."
"I have nothing to tell you," said Hector, in a determined tone.
Daphnè, who had leant for support on his shoulder, fell senseless on her chair.
"Father," said Hector, bending over her, "you perceive that this is no place for you."
"Nor for you, either," said the old man in a rage. "What do you mean by such folly? Go home this instant, sir, or you shall never enter my door again."
But Hector made no reply. His whole attention was bestowed on Daphnè.
"I ask you again, sir," said the father, still more angry at his son's neglect. "Think well on what you do."
"I have thought, sir," replied Hector, raising the head of the still senseless Daphnè. "You may shut your door for ever."
"None of your impudence, jackanapes. Will you come home with me now, or stay here?"