“Suzanne!”
“No, do not speak to me. To have so bared my breast to this repulse! O, I am shamed beyond words!”
“But do you not understand my heartfelt pity for his loss, when measured by my own ecstatic gain?”
“Well?”
“Suzanne! I cannot believe it true.”
“I feel so bewildered also. What are we to do?”
“You spoke once of a journey to Paris together.”
“You and I? Think of the jests, the comments on the part of our shipmates! We are not to bear a slurred reputation with us. I should die of shame.”
“What if we were to meet somewhere, unknown to anybody, by appointment, and slip away before the world awoke?”
“Yes, that would do; but where?”