“I should call it an incurable grief.”
“Well, Philippe, I adopt your words, for they suit me.”
“Then,” he replied, “brother and sister are alike in their lives: happy together, they have become unhappy at the same time.” Then, thinking further remonstrance useless, he asked, “When do you want to go?”
“To-morrow, even to-day, if it were possible.”
“I shall be ready whenever you require me.”
Andrée retired to make her preparations. Soon she received this note from Philippe:
“You can see our father at five o’clock this evening. You must be prepared for reproaches, but an adieu is indispensable.”
She answered:
“At five o’clock I will be with M. de Taverney all ready to start, and by seven we can be at St. Denis, if you will give me up your evening.”