The next day witnessed the same management on the part of Geneviève, and Maurice, having foreseen this, had arranged his plan. So ten minutes after his arrival, seeing that the young woman, having finished marking a dozen pocket-handkerchiefs, commenced six dozen of table napkins, Maurice, we say, drew out his watch, rose, bowed to Geneviève, and went out without saying one word.
Still more, as he left, he did not even once look back.
Geneviève, who had risen to watch him across the garden, remained an instant speechless, pale, and trembling, then dropped into her chair, thunderstruck at the effect of her diplomacy.
At this moment Dixmer entered.
"Maurice gone?" said he, with astonishment.
"Yes," stammered Geneviève.
"But he had only just arrived."
"He was here a quarter of an hour, or nearly so."
"Then he will return?"