"
"Let me put it in other words, then. How will this end?"
"I hardly know."
"Do you mean to marry Monsieur Raynal, then? answer me that."
"No; but I should not wonder if he were to marry ME."
"But you said 'no.'"
"Yes, I said 'no' once."
"And don't you mean to say it again, and again, and again, till kingdom
come?"
"What is the use? you heard him say he would not desist any the
more, and I care too little about the matter to go on persisting, and
persisting, and persisting."
"Why not, if he goes on pestering, and pestering, and pestering?"
"Ah, he is like you, all energy, at all hours; but I have so little
where my heart is unconcerned: he seems, too, to have a wish! I have
none either way, and my conscience says 'marry him!'"
"Your conscience say marry one man when you love another?"
"Heaven forbid! Rose, I love no one: I HAVE loved; but now my heart is
dead and silent; only my conscience says, 'You are the cause of all your
mother's trouble; you are the cause that Beaurepaire was sold. Now you
can repair that mischief, and at the same time make a brave man happy,
our benefactor happy.
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