"Much," said Maurice.
"Let us return, then."
"What, already, Madame?"
"Certainly."
"True," said the young man, "I forgot Monsieur Morand would return from Rambouillet this evening; and it is fast approaching." Geneviève looked at him reproachfully.
"Oh, again!" said she.
"Why then did you, the other day, favor me with so high a eulogium of Monsieur Morand? It is your own fault."
"How long is it since, to people we esteem," demanded Geneviève, "we may not express our real opinion of an estimable man?"
"It must be a very lively esteem to cause you to accelerate your pace, as you at this moment are doing, for fear of being too late by a few minutes."
"You are to-day absolutely unjust, Maurice. Have I not passed part of the day with you?"