"Fuff! nephew," said Uncle Cyprien, as he rose, folded his stool and put his tricycle on its wheels again.... "You asked my advice, didn't you, my sincere and friendly advice?... I shall give it to you with brutal frankness.... My own advice is that this affair is exceedingly delicate.... Of course, your father's behavior seems to me unfortunate, and even deplorable; I would give anything to have him change.... But between that and going to a man of his age, a man of your father's standing, and saying to him: 'My friend, I forbid you to go to Mme. So-and-so any more ... and henceforth you shall not go ... '--between this and that, there is a difference!" "And so you refuse to reason with him, to have a serious talk with him!" Mlle. Raindal said, pushing back her hair. "I don't refuse," the ex-official corrected her. "I am merely explaining the difficulties, almost the impossibility of the mission which you wish me to undertake.... Moreover, your father is not so easy to get on with; he is quite likely to send me about my business and to tell me that his affairs are no concern of mine.... And after that, there would be nothing left for me to do but to pack my things and break with him!" He seized the handle-bar of his tricycle and led the machine around the room to watch the result of his cleaning operations. Then he added: "To resume, you understand me, don't you?... I don't refuse.... I only lay the problem before you.... Do you think in your soul and conscience that I stand any chance of success?... If so, this is just the time to put my hat on and go to him.... Otherwise, it would be better for me not to expose myself to an unnecessary rebuke just for the sake of doing it.... Think it over!" "It is all thought over, uncle!" Thérèse replied, suppressing a contemptuous smile.... "I am beginning to agree with you.... It is more seemly that you should not figure in this unpleasant affair...." M. Raindal threw a suspicious glance at his niece. "Oh-ho! mademoiselle, we are peeved, it seems, ... I am still at your disposal.... But, take my advice, don't get excited, ... consider this question calmly.... And I'll bet you anything you like against a box of cigars that, before two days are past, you will be admitting that your wicked old uncle was right!" He took her in his arms and kissed her forehead. "Besides, who said that this infatuation would last?... Your father lost his temper because you opposed him, and the Raindals have a perfect horror of being contradicted.... We are like milk soup!... It falls down as soon as it is removed from the fire.... If you were to come to me this evening and tell me that everything is settled and that your father is going to Langrune with you, why! I would not be so very much surprised!..." They reached the hall. Thérèse gave his hand a slight touch. "Oh, what a cotton-hand!" M. Raindal protested. "Will you please shake hands better than that!" Thérèse obeyed him.