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“
He
seemed
completely
taken
aback
.
Then
he
ordered
me
peremptorily
to
dismiss
any
such
idea
from
my
mind
.
He
would
never
give
his
consent
to
such
a
marriage
.
Nettled
,
I
demanded
what
he
had
against
Mademoiselle
Daubreuil
.
To
that
he
could
give
no
satisfactory
reply
,
but
spoke
in
slighting
terms
of
the
mystery
surrounding
the
lives
of
the
mother
and
daughter
.
I
answered
that
I
was
marrying
Marthe
,
and
not
her
antecedents
,
but
he
shouted
me
down
with
a
peremptory
refusal
to
discuss
the
matter
in
any
way
.
The
whole
thing
must
be
given
up
.
The
injustice
and
high
-
handedness
of
it
all
maddened
me
—
especially
since
he
himself
always
seemed
to
go
out
of
his
way
to
be
attentive
to
the
Daubreuils
and
was
always
suggesting
that
they
should
be
asked
to
the
house
.
I
lost
my
head
,
and
we
quarrelled
in
earnest
.
My
father
reminded
me
that
I
was
entirely
dependent
on
him
,
and
it
must
have
been
in
answer
to
that
that
I
made
the
remark
about
doing
as
I
pleased
after
his
death
—
”
Poirot
interrupted
with
a
quick
question
.
“
You
were
aware
,
then
,
of
the
terms
of
your
father
’
s
will
?
”
“
I
knew
that
he
had
left
half
his
fortune
to
me
,
the
other
half
in
trust
for
my
mother
to
come
to
me
at
her
death
,
”
replied
the
lad
.
“
Proceed
with
your
story
,
”
said
the
magistrate
.
“
After
that
we
shouted
at
each
other
in
sheer
rage
,
until
I
suddenly
realized
that
I
was
in
danger
of
missing
my
train
to
Paris
.
I
had
to
run
for
the
station
,
still
in
a
white
heat
of
fury
.
However
,
once
well
away
,
I
calmed
down
.
I
wrote
to
Marthe
,
telling
her
what
had
happened
,
and
her
reply
soothed
me
still
further
.
She
pointed
out
to
me
that
we
had
only
to
be
steadfast
,
and
any
opposition
was
bound
to
give
way
at
last
.
Our
affection
for
each
other
must
be
tried
and
proved
,
and
when
my
parents
realized
that
it
was
no
light
infatuation
on
my
part
they
would
doubtless
relent
towards
us
.
Of
course
,
to
her
,
I
had
not
dwelt
on
my
father
’
s
principal
objection
to
the
match
.
I
soon
saw
that
I
should
do
my
cause
no
good
by
violence
.
My
father
wrote
me
several
letters
to
Paris
,
affectionate
in
tone
,
and
which
did
not
refer
to
our
disagreement
or
its
cause
,
and
I
replied
in
the
same
strain
.
”
“
You
can
produce
those
letters
,
eh
?
”
said
Giraud
.
“
I
did
not
keep
them
.
”
