“And if he should?”
“He would forgive you.”
“Ah, no, he would leave me, and what would become of me?”
“You risk that for someone else.”
“How do you know?”
“By the order you gave not to admit anyone to-night.”
“It is true; but that is a serious friend.”
“For whom you care nothing, as you have shut your door against him at such an hour.”
“It is not for you to reproach me, since it was in order to receive you, you and your friend.”
Little by little I had drawn nearer to Marguerite. I had put my arms about her waist, and I felt her supple body weigh lightly on my clasped hands.