There is still mademoiselle, with her new-formed friends in Paris--may a pestilence blight them all! There are still the lands of La Vauvraye to lose.

The only true end to our troubles as they stand at present lies in your marrying this headstrong baggage." "That the step should be rendered impossible, you can but blame yourself," Marius reminded her.
"How so ?" she cried, turning sharply upon him.
"Had you kept friends with the Church, had you paid tithes and saved us from this cursed Interdict, we should have no difficulty in getting hither a priest, and settling the matter out of hand, be Valerie willing or not." She looked at him, scorn kindling in her glance.

Then she swung round to appeal to Tressan.
"You hear him, Count," said she.

"There is a lover for you! He would wed his mistress whether she love him or not--and he has sworn to me that he loves the girl." "How else should the thing be done since she opposes it ?" asked Marius, sulkily.
"How else?
Do you ask me how else?
God! Were I a man, and had I your shape and face, there is no woman in the world should withstand me if I set my heart on her.

It is address you lack.