"Je comprends. Merci, Monsieur."

He smiled and moved close to her. "C'est ma fille. Une si bonne fille."

She left in a hurry. She shut her eyes. Peut-être que si tu les serriez assez fort, tout s'en irait? No. No, of course not. Prenant une profonde inspiration, elle arma sa résoudre sa et fit la paix avec le fait qu'il avait scellé son destin. This was not Cinderella at midnight, this was Procne at the feast. 

He'd better wear nice clothes to the funeral, because he'd dug his own grave and she was waiting by the pit with crocodile tears and a handful of dirt.