"Oh! perhaps it won't be for long!" she replied.
"You wrote me that this was an eternal farewell."
"I don't know what I wrote, I was mad; but there can be no eternal farewell, it is not possible when two people love as we do."
"Then you are going away, but you will return?"
"If I can, yes! Let us not talk about that. This night is ours, let us love!"
Amid the transports of love, Julien was again seized with terror. Julie unguardedly uttered excited words in which there was an indefinably ominous implication which made his blood run cold.
"Ah!" he exclaimed abruptly, "you are deceiving me! You are going away forever, or else you think that you are going to die! You are ill, I know; given up by the doctors it may be?"
"No, I give you my word that the doctors promise to cure me."
"I want to see your face; I can't see you here, let us go out. I am afraid! It seems to me at times that I am dreaming, and that it is your ghost that I hold in my arms."
He led her into the garden where it was almost as dark as in the pavilion.