id of making
him angry if she refused. At last, however, she said, trembling, "No,
Beast."

Immediately the poor monster began to sigh, and howl so frightfully,
that the whole palace echoed. But Beauty soon recovered her fright, for
Beast, having said in a mournful voice, "Then farewell, Beauty," left
the room, and only turned back now and then to look at her as he went
out.

When Beauty was alone, she felt a great deal of compassion for poor
Beast. "Alas!" said she, "'tis a thousand pities anything so
good-natured should be so ugly!"

Beauty spent three months very contentedly in the place. Every evening
Beast paid her a visit, and talked to her during supper very rationally,
with plain, good common-sense, but never with what the world calls wit;
and Beauty daily discovered some valuable qualifications in the monster,
till seeing him often had so accustomed her to his deformity, that, far
from dreading the time of his visit, she would often look on her watch
to see when it would be nine, for the Beast never missed coming at that
hour. There was but one thing that gave Beauty any concern, which was
that every night, before she went to bed, the monster always asked her
if she would be his wife. One day, she said to him, "Beast, you make me
very unhappy. I wish I could consent to marry you; but I am too sincere
to make you believe that will ever happen. I shall always esteem you as
a friend; endeavour to be satisfied with this."

"I must," said the Beast, "for alas! I know too well my own misfortune;
but then I love you with the tenderest affection. However, I ought to
think myself happy that you will stay here. Promise me never to leave
me?"

Beauty blushed at these words. She had seen in her glass that her father
had pined himself sick for the loss of her, and she longed to see him
again.

"I could," answered she, "indeed promise never to leave you entirely,
but I have so great a desire to see my father, that I shall fret to
death if you refuse me that satisfaction."

"I had rather die myself," said the monster, "than give you the least
uneasiness. I will send you to your father; you will remain with him,
and poor Beast shall die of grief."

"No," said Beauty, weeping, "I love you too well to be the cause of your
death. I give you my promise to return in a week, for I indeed feel a
kind of liking for you. You have shown me that my sisters are married,
and my brothers gone to the army; only let me stay a week