"I do promise."
"Now, then, adieu."
"Already?"
"It must be so. Am I not very imprudent to be here at all?"
"Adieu, then, Paula—your hand,—one kiss—but one!"
"Adieu, then, Paula. Your hand,—one kiss—but one!"
"Your oath! your oath!" said Paula, resuming her mask, and refusing to take off her glove.
She left the box, passed through the crowd, and quitted the theatre.
Iris awaited her in a hackney-coach as before.