“I shall not marry,” she said.

“Yes, you will marry,” replied the notary, “when you have soberly thought over the critical position in which you are placed.”

“How can my marriage save—­”

“Ah!  I knew you would consider it, my dear cousin,” he exclaimed, interrupting her.  “Marriage will emancipate you.”

“Why should I be emancipated?” asked Marguerite.

“Because marriage will put you at once into possession of your property, my dear little cousin,” said the lawyer in a tone of triumph.  “If you marry you take your share of your mother’s property.  To give it to you, the whole property must be liquidated; to do that, it becomes necessary to sell the forest of Waignies.  That done, the proceeds will be capitalized, and your father, as guardian, will be compelled to invest the fortune of his children in such a way that Chemistry can’t get hold of it.”

“And if I do not marry, what will happen?” she asked.

“Well,” said the notary, “your father will manage your estate as he pleases.  If he returns to making gold, he will probably sell the timber of the forest of Waignies and leave his children as naked as the little Saint Johns.  The forest is now worth about fourteen hundred thousand francs; but from one day to another you are not sure your father won’t cut it down, and then your thirteen hundred acres are not worth three hundred thousand francs.  Isn’t it better to avoid this almost certain danger by at once compelling the division of property on your marriage?  If the forest is sold now, while Chemistry has gone to sleep, your father will put the proceeds into the Grand-Livre.  The Funds are at 59; those dear children will get nearly five thousand francs a year for every fifty thousand francs:  and, inasmuch as the property of minors cannot be sold out, your brothers and sister will find their fortunes doubled in value by the time they come of age.  Whereas, in the other case,—­faith, no one knows what may happen:  your father has already impaired your mother’s property; we shall find out the deficit when we come to make the inventory.  If he is in debt to her estate, you will take a mortgage on his, and in that way something may be recovered—­”

“For shame!” said Marguerite.  “It would be an outrage on my father.  It is not so long since my mother uttered her last words that I have forgotten them.  My father is incapable of robbing his children,” she continued, giving way to tears of distress.  “You misunderstand him, Monsieur Pierquin.”

“But, my dear cousin, if your father gets back to chemistry—­”

“We are ruined; is that what you mean?”

“Yes, utterly ruined.  Believe me, Marguerite,” he said, taking her hand which he placed upon his heart, “I should fail of my duty if I did not persist in this matter.  Your interests alone—­”

“Monsieur,” said Marguerite, coldly withdrawing her hand, “the true interests of my family require me not to marry.  My mother thought so.”