“This is childish,” she said. “You will return the day after tomorrow, and I am tired. Have some pity for me.”
“You refuse?” asked Cayrol, becoming gloomy and serious.
Jeanne touched his face slightly with her white hand.
“Come! Don’t leave me in a temper! You won’t miss me much, you will sleep all the way. Good-by!”
Cayrol kissed her; in a choking voice, he said:
“Good-by!”
And he left her.
Jeanne’s face brightened, as she stood listening for a moment and heard the carriage which contained her husband rolling away. Uttering a sigh of relief, she murmured:
“At last!”