There was no such shame here as had fallen on him seven years ago.

But there was a shame after its kind; and if it were not averted, there was the end of the home, of the prestige, the pride and the hope of "M'sieu' Jean Jacques, philosophe." "What shall not begin here at the Manor Cartier ?" she asked with burning cheek.
"The shame--it shall not begin here." "What shame, father ?" "Of marriage with a Protestant and an actor." "You will not let me marry him ?" she persisted stubbornly.
Her words seemed to shake him all to pieces.

It was as though he was going through the older tragedy all over again.

It had possessed him ever since the sight of Carmen's guitar had driven him mad three hours ago.

He swayed to and fro, even as he did when his hand left the lever and he let the master-carpenter go free.