‘Enough for the day is the evil thereof,’ replied M. Vandeloup, with a gay smile.
‘What do you mean?’ asked the girl, with a sudden start.
Vandeloup arose from his seat, and lighting another cigarette he lounged over to the fireplace, and leaned against the mantelpiece with his hands in his pockets.
‘I mean that when we are married it will be time enough to talk about such things,’ he answered, looking at her through his eyelashes.
‘Then we will talk about them very shortly,’ said Kitty, with an angry laugh, as her hands clenched the arms of the chair tightly; ‘for the year is nearly up, and you promised to marry me at the end of it.’
‘How many things do we intend to do that are never carried out?’ said Gaston, gently. ‘Do you mean that you will break your promise?’ she asked, with a scared face.
Vandeloup removed the cigarette from his mouth, and, leaning one elbow on the mantelpiece, looked at her with a smile.
‘My dear,’ he said, quietly, ‘things are not going well with me at present, and I want money badly.’
‘Well?’ asked Kitty in a whisper, her heart beating loudly.
‘You are not rich,’ said her lover, ‘so why should we two paupers get married, only to plunge ourselves into misery?’