"Consider well what you tell me, Geneviève, for you must understand your reply will greatly influence our future projects."
"Wait, then," said she, with an emotion that overthrew all her attempt at calmness. "Wait—"
"Well!" said Dixmer, all the muscles of his face slightly contracting; "collect your thoughts, Geneviève."
"Yes!" said the young woman, "yes, I remember, yesterday he was not particularly civil. Monsieur Maurice," continued she, "is a little tyrannical in his friendship, and," hesitatingly added, "sometimes we have quarrelled for whole weeks."
"This is then merely a quarrel?" demanded Dixmer.
"Most probably."
"Geneviève, understand this: in our position it is not probability that will suffice, it is certitude we require."
"Ah, well, dear, I am certain."
"This letter, then, can be only a pretext for not visiting us again?"
"Mon ami, how can you wish that I should speak to you about such things?"