'Very well! Why, he is worth thirty thousand francs, and is as
steady at his business as his father was before him.'

'He is a dandy.'

'Psha! that is nothing!' said Michel.

'And he is too fond of money.'

'It is a fault on the right side,' said Michel. 'His wife and
children will not come to want.'

Madame Voss paused a moment before she made her last and grand
objection to the match. 'It is my belief,' said she, 'that Marie is
always thinking of George.'

'Then she had better cease to think of him,' said Michel; 'for
George is not thinking of her.' He said nothing farther, but
resolved to speak his own mind freely to Marie Bromar.



CHAPTER III.

The old-fashioned inn at Colmar, at which George Voss was acting as
assistant and chief manager to his father's distant cousin, Madame
Faragon, was a house very different in all its belongings from the
Lion d'Or at Granpere. It was very much larger, and had much higher
pretensions. It assumed to itself the character of a first-class