"So—now you are sorry that you wounded me?"
"I am sorry for it; but, if I ask your pardon, will you grant it?"
"Ah! the deuce! it's not the same thing now, my fine lady! You need me now!"
"Yes, Monsieur Antoine, I do need you. My son is mad with grief; marry him to the woman he loves."
"Ah! there we are!" cried Monsieur Antoine, flying into a rage again.
"We have been there all the time," replied Madame Thierry; "I have asked you for nothing since you have been here except liberty of action for Madame d'Estrelle."
"Yes, with plenty of money for everybody?"
"No, no money, nothing! the sacrifice is made. Let us remain here as tenants, we will gladly pay for the privilege. And, if you are not willing—why, your will shall be done; but turn us away without hatred and forgive us for being
