He moved impatiently, with a gesture of repugnance. But, with an effort he recovered himself, and said calmly—
"I leave you with them, but shall I not see you again?"
"Every day, if you wish, until my departure. It cannot take place at once, as I have many preparations to make."
"And will you let me have news of you when you are away?"
"Certainly. But you know that the opportunities of sending letters are few and far between."
"Unfortunately, that is so," said he. "May I write to you?" he added.
"I beg you will. Your letters will seem to me fragrant of home."
The bell rang.
"Here are they whom you await," said M. Desrioux. "Happier than I, they come, doubtless, to say that they will accompany you. I prefer not meeting them, so pray let me escape by this other door."
"Go, then," she said, sadly, as she held out her hand in token of farewell.