“Faith,” said Serge, “I won’t deceive you.  I will try to please you with all my heart.”

Madame Desvarennes’s face brightened as suddenly at these words as a landscape, wrapped in a fog, which is suddenly lighted up by the sun.

“Then we shall understand each other,” she said.  “For the last fortnight we have been busy with marriage preparations, and have not been able to think or reason.  Everybody is rambling about here.  Still, we are commencing a new life, and I think it is as well to lay the foundation.  I seem to be drawing up a contract, eh?  What can I do?  It is an old business habit.  I like to know how I stand.”

“I think it is quite right.  I think, too, that you have acted with great delicacy in not imposing your conditions upon me before giving your consent.”

“Has that made you feel better disposed toward me?  So much the better!” said the mistress.  “Because you know that I depend on my daughter, who will henceforth depend on you, and it is to my interest that I should be in your good graces.”

In pronouncing these words with forced cheerfulness, Madame Desvarennes’s voice trembled slightly.  She knew what an important game she was playing, and wished to win it at any price.

“You see,” continued she, “I am not an easy woman to deal with.  I am a little despotic, I know.  I have been in the habit of commanding during the last thirty-five years.  Business was heavy, and required a strong will.  I had it, and the habit is formed.  But this strong will, which has served me so well in business will, I am afraid, with you, play me some trick.  Those who have lived with me a long time know that if I am hot-headed I have a good heart.  They submit to my tyranny; but you who are a newcomer, how will you like it?”

“I shall do as the others do,” said Serge, simply.  “I shall be led, and with pleasure.  Think that I have lived for years without kindred, without ties—­at random; and, believe me, any chain will be light and sweet which holds me to any one or anything.  And then,” frankly added he, changing his tone and looking at Madame Desvarennes with tenderness, “if I did not do everything to please you I should be ungrateful.”

“Oh!” cried Madame Desvarennes, “unfortunately that is not a reason.”

“Would you have a better one?” said the young man, in his most charming accent.  “If I had not married your daughter for her own sake, I believe that I should have married her for yours.”  Madame Desvarennes was quite pleased, and shaking her finger threateningly at Serge, said: 

“Ah, you Pole, you boaster of the North!”

“Seriously,” continued Serge, “before I knew I was to be your son-in-law, I thought you a matchless woman.  Add to the admiration I had for your great qualities the affection which your goodness has inspired, and you will understand that I am both proud and happy to have such a mother as you.”

Madame Desvarennes looked at Panine attentively; she saw he was sincere.  Then, taking courage, she touched the topic of greatest interest to her.  “If that is the case, you will have no objections to live with me?” She stopped; then emphasized the words, “With me.”