Michel did not return till near seven, and walking straight through
his wife's room to Marie's seat of office, came upon his niece
before he had seen any one else. There was an angry look about his
brow, for he had been trying to teach himself that he was ill-used
by his niece, in spite of that half-formed resolution to release her
from persecution if she were still firm in her opposition to the
marriage. 'Well,' he said, as soon as he saw her,--'well, how is it
to be?' She got off her stool, and coming close to him put up her
face to be kissed. He understood it all in a moment, and the whole
tone and colour of his countenance was altered. There was no man
whose face would become more radiant with satisfaction than that of
Michel Voss--when he was satisfied. Please him--and immediately
there would be an effort on his part to please everybody around him.
'My darling, my own one,' he said, 'it is all right.' She kissed
him again and pressed his arm, but said not a word. 'I am so glad,'
he exclaimed; 'I am so glad!' And he knocked off his cap with his
hand, not knowing what he was doing. 'We shall have but a poor
house without you, Marie--a very poor house. But it is as it ought
to be. I have felt for the last year or two, as you have sprung up
to be such a woman among us, my dear, that there was only one place
fit for such a one. It is proper that you should be mistress
wherever you are. It has wounded me--I don't mind saying it now--it
has wounded me to see you waiting on the sort of people that come
here.'
'I have only been too happy, uncle, in doing it.'
'That's all very well; that's all very well, my dear. But I am
older than you, and time goes quick with me. I tell you it made me
unhappy. I thought I wasn't doing my duty by you. I was beginning
to know that you ought to have a house and servants of your own.
People say that it is a great match for you; but I tell them that it
is a great match for him. Perhaps it is because you've been my own
in a way, but I don't see any girl like you round the country.'
'You shouldn't say such things to flatter me, Uncle Michel.'
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