"--who know my situation, and all that I shall lose in the Duchesse de
Chaulieu, by this attempt at marrying, YOU could coldly let me plunge
into such a thing as this?" exclaimed Canalis, turning pale. "It was a
question of friendship; and ours was a compact entered into long
before you ever saw that crafty Mignon."
"My dear fellow," said Ernest, "I love Modeste too well to--"
"Fool! then take her," cried the poet, "and break your oath."
"Will you promise me on your word of honor to forget what I now tell
you, and to behave to me as though this confidence had never been
made, whatever happens?"
"I'll swear that, by my mother's memory."
"Well then," said La Briere, "Monsieur Mignon told me in Paris that he
was very far from having the colossal fortune which the Mongenods told
me about and which I mentioned to you. The colonel intends to give two
hundred thousand francs to his daughter. And now, Melchior, I ask you,
was the father really distrustful of us, as you thought; or was he
sincere? It is not for me to answer those questions. If Modeste
without a fortune deigns to choose me, she will be my wife.
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