"I am
what I have always been, and it is not my fault that I am the daughter of
M. Jean Jacques Barbille! I have never done anything which was not good
enough for the Manor Cartier." She held her head firmly as she said it.
Now Jean Jacques flushed, and he did hesitate in his reply. He hated
irony in anyone else, though he loved it in himself, when heaven gave him
inspiration thereto. He was in a state of tension, and was ready to
break out, to be a force let loose--that is the way he would have
expressed it; and he was faced by a new spirit in his daughter which
would surely spring the mine, unless he secured peace by strategy. He
had sense enough to feel the danger.
He did not see, however, any course for diplomacy here, for she had given
him his cue in her last words. As a pure logician he was bound to take
it, though it might lead to drama of a kind painful to them both.
"It is not good enough for the Manor Cartier that you go falling in love
with a nobody from nowhere," he responded.
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