It was the first time that Suzanne had spoken to her father in this firm and decided tone. Nothing more was wanted to irritate the irascible soldier:
--Ah! I know the hidden and villainous insinuation! he cried, Catholic before all! It is that indeed. Before being daughter! before being wife! before being mother! the Church, the priest first; the rest only comes after. The Mass, the Church! the Church, the Mass! With that they cover every vileness. Well, do you want me to tell you what I think of women who frequent churches? They are either lazy, or hypocrites, or idiots, or finally hussies in love with the Curé. There are no others. In which category do you want to be placed, my daughter?
--And all that because I discharge my religious duties!
--You have spoken to that Curé? I see it. Where have you spoken to him?
--I have nothing to hide from you, father; but Monsieur Marcel had not given me any bad advice, I ask you to believe.
--So it is true then; you have spoken to this man: unknown to me, in secret.
--I had no secret to make of it. I went to confession, that is all, as I was accustomed to do at school.
--Confession! what, good Heavens! You went and knelt before that rascal, after what I have told you concerning all his like!
--Ah! you are under his influence already. Doubtless, he is the pearl, the model, the saint. Thunder of Heaven! my daughter too, but you do not know that your mother died of remorse of soul because she found a saint, a model of virtue in that black crew of scoundrels. Stay, be silent, you make me say too much.
--I will be obeyed and not questioned. Have I the right to expect that from my daughter?
--Well, I forbid you for the future to put your foot inside the church.
--In truth, father, would not one say that you were talking of some ill-reputed place?
--Worse than that. Those who enter a place of ill-repute, know beforehand where they go and to what they expose themselves, which the little fools who frequent churches never know.
Suzanne made no reply and went down into the garden.
The old governess who bad brought her up and who loved her tenderly, came to meet her.
--Your father is after the Curés again. What can these poor people of God have done to the man?