"I shall have to come down to the mayor's daughter," he thought.
"But Ursula without any money is worth more than Mademoiselle
Levrault-Cremiere with a million. However, the thing to be done is
to manoeuvre the marriage with this little Portenduere--if she really
loves him."
The doctor, after closing the door to the library and that to the
garden, took his goddaughter to the window which opened upon the
river.
"What ails you, my child?" he said. "Your life is my life. Without
your smiles what would become of me?"
"Savinien in prison!" she said.
With these words a shower of tears fell from her eyes and she began to
sob.
"Saved!" thought the doctor, who was holding her pulse with great
anxiety. "Alas! she has all the sensitiveness of my poor wife," he
thought, fetching a stethoscope which he put to Ursula's heart,
applying his ear to it. "Ah, that's all right," he said to himself. "I
did not know, my darling, that you loved any one as yet," he added,
looking at her; "but think out loud to me as you think to yourself;
tell me all that has passed between you."
"I do not love him, godfather; we have never spoken to each other,"
she answered, sobbing.
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