“Suppose we go in NOW?” said she, dryly.
“Ah, not yet.”
“It is late, dear Edouard.”
And with these words something returned to her mind with its full force: something that Edouard had actually made her forget. She wanted to get rid of him now.
“Edouard,” said she, “can you get up early in the morning? If you can, meet me here to-morrow before any of them are up; then we can talk without interruption.”
Edouard was delighted.
“Eight o’clock?”
“Sooner if you like. Mamma bade me come and read to her in her room to-night. She will be waiting for me. Is it not tiresome?”
“Yes, it is.”
“Well, we must not mind that, dear; in three weeks’ time we are to have too much of one another, you know, instead of too little.”