They both laughed, and Lucette said—
“Then you are desolate?”
“In truth could I be otherwise? I am always, and in earnest what Gerard was in masquerade for a few hours—a courier of fortune; and without the hope that the fortune I chased may prove as charming and delightful.”
“I would you could have stayed, monsieur; and I thank you for your pretty compliments,” said Gabrielle, smiling and blushing.
“You go to Paris, monsieur, I understand,” said Lucette. “Doubtless there you will find consolation.”
“In Paris there may be distractions, even if not consolation,” he answered gaily.
“Try to persuade him to remain, Lucette,” said Gabrielle, going into the house.
“Why will you not remain, M. Pascal?” asked Lucette half nervously and more seriously than usual with her.
“Is not the answer there, with her, Lucette, and here perhaps with you?” He spoke lightly, but his eyes were serious.
“I am not sure that I understand you.”