And they took a stroll along the water, speaking only of commonplace things.
CHAPTER IV.
FROM EMOTION TO PHILOSOPHY
The following day, early in the morning, Yvette went out alone to the place where Servigny had read her the history of the ants. She said to herself:
"I am not going away from this spot without having formed a resolution."
Before her, at her feet, the water flowed rapidly, filled with large bubbles which passed in silent flight with deep whirlings. She already had summed up the points of the situation and the means of extricating herself from it. What should she do if her mother would not accept the conditions which she had imposed, would not renounce her present way of living, her set of visitors—everything and go and hide with her in a distant land?
She might go alone, take flight, but where, and how? What would she live on? By working? At what? To whom should she apply to find work? And, then, the dull and humble life of working-women, daughters of the people, seemed a little disgraceful, unworthy of her. She thought of becoming a governess, like young girls in novels, and of becoming loved by the son of the house, and then marrying him. But to accomplish that she must have been of good birth, so that, when the exasperated father should approach her with having stolen his son's love, she might say in a proud voice:
"My name is Yvette Obardi."
She could not do this. And then, even that would have been a trite and threadbare method.