course M. Urmand only looks to what she is now. She makes her hay
while the sun shines; but I hope the people won't say that your
father has caught him at the Lion d'Or, and taken him in.'

'My father is not the man to care very much what anybody says about
such things.'

'Perhaps not so much as he ought, George,' said Madame Faragon,
shaking her head.

After that George Voss went about the house for some hours, doing
his work, giving his orders, and going through the usual routine of
his day's business. As he did so, no one guessed that his mind was
disturbed. Madame Faragon had not the slightest suspicion that the
matter of Marie's marriage was a cause of sorrow to him. She had
felt the not unnatural envy of a woman's mind in such an affair, and
could not help expressing it, although Marie Bromar was in some sort
connected with herself. But she was sure that such an arrangement
would be regarded as a family triumph by George,--unless, indeed, he
should be inclined to quarrel with his father for over-generosity in
that matter of the dot. 'It is lucky that you got your little bit
of money before this affair was settled,' said she.

'It would not have made the difference of a copper sou,' said George
Voss, as he walked angrily out of the old woman's room. This was in
the evening, after supper, and the greater part of the day had
passed since he had first heard the news. Up to the present moment
he had endeavoured to shake the matter off from him, declaring to
himself that grief--or at least any outward show of grief--would be
unmanly and unworthy of him. With a strong resolve he had fixed his