“Pardon, my good friends, for disturbing you,” said she, “but we must go in if we do not wish to be sent for. M. le Comte, regain, if you please, your excellent horse, and let us go to the house. See what you lose by your obstinacy, M. de Bussy, a dinner at the château, which is not to be despised by a man who has had a long ride, and has been climbing trees, without counting all the amusement we could have had, or the glances that might have passed. Come, Diana, come away.”
Bussy looked at the two friends with a smile. Diana held out her hand to him.
“Is that all?” said he; “have you nothing to say?”
“Till to-morrow,” replied she.
“Only to-morrow.”
“To-morrow, and always.”
Bussy uttered a joyful exclamation, pressed his lips to her hand, and ran off. Diana watched him till he was out of sight.
“Now!” said Jeanne, when he had disappeared, “will you talk to me a little?”
“Oh! yes.”
“Well! to-morrow I shall go to the chase with St. Luc and your father.”