When was it to be?
George thought for a moment, and then remembered that he had not even heard the day named.
'Why don't you answer me, George ?' said the old woman angrily.

'You must know when it's going to be.' 'I don't know that it's going to be at all,' said George.
'Not going to be at all! Why not?
There is not anything wrong, is there?
Were they not betrothed?
Why don't you tell me, George ?' 'Yes; they were betrothed.' 'And is he crying off?
I should have thought Michel Voss was the man to strangle him if he did that.' 'And I am the man to strangle him if he don't,' said George, walking out of the room.
He knew that he had been silly and absurd, but he knew also that he was so moved as to have hardly any control over himself.

In the few words that he had now said to Madame Faragon he had, as he felt, told the story of his own disappointment; and yet he had not in the least intended to take the old woman into his confidence.

He had not meant to have said a word about the quarrel between himself and his father, and now he had told everything.
When she saw him again in the evening, of course she asked him some farther questions.
'George,' she said, 'I am afraid things are not going pleasantly at Granpere.' 'Not altogether,' he answered.
'But I suppose the marriage will go on ?' To this he made no answer, but shook his head, showing how impatient he was at being thus questioned.

'You ought to tell me,' said Madame Faragon plaintively, 'considering how interested I must be in all that concerns you.' 'I have nothing to tell.' 'But is the marriage to be put off ?' again demanded Madame Faragon, with extreme anxiety.
'Not that I know of, Madame Faragon: they will not ask me whether it is to be put off or not.' 'But have they quarrelled with M.Urmand ?' 'No; nobody has quarrelled with M.Urmand.' 'Was he there, George ?' 'What, with me! No; he was not there with me.