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22. CHAPTER XXII
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The child, satisfied with this authorisation, descended from the
threshold and was presently lost to sight. "You don't spoil
them," said her father gaily.
"For everything they must ask leave. That's our system. Leave is
freely granted, but they must ask it."
"Oh, I don't quarrel with your system; I've no doubt it's
excellent. I sent you my daughter to see what you'd make of her.
I had faith."
"One must have faith," the sister blandly rejoined, gazing
through her spectacles.
"Well, has my faith been rewarded What have you made of her?"
The sister dropped her eyes a moment. "A good Christian,
monsieur."
Her host dropped his eyes as well; but it was probable that the
movement had in each case a different spring. "Yes, and what
else?"
He watched the lady from the convent, probably thinking she would
say that a good Christian was everything; but for all her
simplicity she was not so crude as that. "A charming young lady
--a real little woman--a daughter in whom you will have nothing
but contentment."
"She seems to me very gentille," said the father. "She's really
pretty."
"She's perfect. She has no faults."
"She never had any as a child, and I'm glad you have given her
none."
"We love her too much," said the spectacled sister with dignity.
"And as for faults, how can we give what we have not? Le couvent
n'est pas comme le monde, monsieur. She's our daughter, as you
may say. We've had her since she was so small."
"Of all those we shall lose this year she's the one we shall miss
most," the younger woman murmured deferentially.
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