Thus you see it would be useless for you to fag yourself by going out to give lessons; on six thousand francs you and I can live, and live well." Frances seemed to consider.

There is something flattering to man's strength, something consonant to his honourable pride, in the idea of becoming the providence of what he loves--feeding and clothing it, as God does the lilies of the field.

So, to decide her resolution, I went on:-- "Life has been painful and laborious enough to you so far, Frances; you require complete rest; your twelve hundred francs would not form a very important addition to our income, and what sacrifice of comfort to earn it! Relinquish your labours: you must be weary, and let me have the happiness of giving you rest." I am not sure whether Frances had accorded due attention to my harangue; instead of answering me with her usual respectful promptitude, she only sighed and said,-- "How rich you are, monsieur!" and then she stirred uneasy in my arms.

"Three thousand francs!" she murmured, "While I get only twelve hundred!" She went on faster.

"However, it must be so for the present; and, monsieur, were you not saying something about my giving up my place?
Oh no! I shall hold it fast;" and her little fingers emphatically tightened on mine.
"Think of my marrying you to be kept by you, monsieur! I could not do it; and how dull my days would be! You would be away teaching in close, noisy school-rooms, from morning till evening, and I should be lingering at home, unemployed and solitary; I should get depressed and sullen, and you would soon tire of me." "Frances, you could read and study--two things you like so well." "Monsieur, I could not; I like a contemplative life, but I like an active life better; I must act in some way, and act with you.