“Answer me, my little Zozé.... Does this suit you?”
“Yes, yes!” Mme. Chambannes said meditatively. “I have an idea, too....”
“Tell me, my poor Zozé!...”
“I should be bored in Paris.... I should be too sad without you.... So, I am going to recuperate at the Frettes, until you return.... When I get home, I am going to pack my trunks and I shall leave by the 5 lock express.”
“Alone?”
“No! I am going to mobilize my Aunt Panhias!...”
“Tha right! An excellent idea.”
There came a pause. She felt throughout her body a lifting sensation of beatitude, a feeling of being rescued, which prevented her from speaking. She nestled quite close to Gerald, with an outpouring of avowal which was stronger than her will, and sighed languorously:
“Oh, my little Raldo! How good it is to have kept you!”