"Be silent, monsieur,"[N] interrupted the Prince, looking sternly at his son, "madame has not offended me, though I have her. Madame," said he, "accept my apology for a fault caused by the Marquis alone. The name you bear is entitled to the respect of all, especially to mine. I will be the last to forget it. Be pleased to leave the Marquis de Maulear and myself together for a few moments. What I have to say none must listen to. Do not be afraid," added he, when he saw the hesitation with which Aminta left; "I am no foe of the Marquis, and besides, the only weapon of old men is the tongue. Our conversation will not be long, and I will then leave the Marquis to you for ever." Henri made a motion, the purport of which was to beseech Aminta to go. Taking a lateral alley, she disappeared. "Monsieur," said the Prince, "you should know that my name should not be pronounced in the presence of that young woman, especially after the error which your silence has led me into in relation to her." The Prince continued, "So you are married?" "Yes, monsieur," said Maulear, trembling like a criminal in the presence of the judge. "Contrary to my orders, and without my consent," continued the Prince. "Father, if any excuse be possible, you will find it in the person I have selected." "I do not ask for justification, monsieur, but for excuse. How long did you reflect on this union before you contracted it?" "A month," said the Marquis. "A month is a short time to reflect on a life of remorse and regret. You know I never will forgive you." "Never, monsieur?" asked Maulear, bowing respectfully before his father. "God himself pardons."