“After all, I have a great mind to go to Paris myself.”
“Why not?” she returned, cheerfully. “Then you could put an end at once to this absurd folly. A few words would certainly bring him to reason, and you cannot say all you want in a letter.”
“I believe I will!” Léon ejaculated. “But I can’t be left alone. You must come.”
Her heart leaped. To have him to herself!
“Only ask me!” she exclaimed, joyously.
“It mayn’t be so pleasant!”
“The more reason that I should be with you.”
He looked at her irresolutely. Should he tell her? Let free the horrid fear which gripped his heart? No, he could not. To have her think of him as he really was required too great a sacrifice.
“Well, then, you and I will go together.”
She pressed his arm. “When?”