George Washington Cable,
The Flower of the Chapdelaines
“ Just there ahead in the dark was Bourbon Street, and a short way down among its huddled shadows were her board fence and batten gate. It was senseless to have taken this chance on so poor a margin of time, but what's done's done! "Oh, Aline Chapdelaine, say it shall be! Say it, Aline, say it!" "Mr. Chester, it is impossible! Impossible!" "It is not! It's the only right thing! It shall be, Aline, it shall be!" "No, Mr. Chester, 'tis impossible. You must not ask me why, but 'tis impossible!" "It isn't! Aline, and I ask no why. I see the trouble. It's your aunts. ”
