“Come,” said Marguerite, “there is room for the three of us in my carriage.”
“By the way,” she added, turning to me, “Nanine will be gone to bed. You must open the door; take my key, and try not to lose it again.”
I embraced Marguerite until she was almost stifled.
Thereupon Joseph entered.
“Sir,” he said, with the air of a man who is very well satisfied with himself, “the luggage is packed.”
“All of it?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Well, then, unpack it again; I am not going.”
Chapter XVI
I might have told you of the beginning of this liaison in a few lines, but I wanted you to see every step by which we came, I to agree to whatever Marguerite wished, Marguerite to be unable to live apart from me.