"Oh! that morning, I had not been to mass."
"You were in such a hurry."
"My departure from the house was like a flight," answered Hippolyte. "You know, on holy days, I could not call a moment my own. Yet, for all that, I found a way to remain with you until noon. And we had guests for lunch that day."
"Then, the rest of the day we could not see each other. It was a sad anniversary."
"Yes, it was," murmured Hippolyte.
"And that sun!"
"And that forest of flowers in your room," she laughed. "I, too, on that morning, had gone out for a moment; I bought up almost the entire flower market."
"You threw hands full of rose-leaves at me. You put a number of the leaves down my neck, in my sleeves. Do you remember?"
"Yes, I remember."
"And then, at the house, I found them all when I disrobed."