I would do so to any woman that only hinted that she wished it.' 'No such hint shall be given.

I will hear nothing of it.

I shall not speak to Marie on the subject,--except to desire her to have no farther converse with you.

Nor will I speak of it again to yourself; unless you wish me to bid you go from me altogether, you will not mention the matter again.' So saying, Michel Voss strode on, and would not even turn his eyes in the direction of his son.
He strode on, making his way down the hill at the fastest pace that he could achieve, every now and then raising his hat and wiping the perspiration from his brow.

Though he had spoken of Marie's departure as a loss that would be very hard to bear, the very idea that anything should be allowed to interfere with the marriage which he had planned was unendurable.