She bit her lips, and turned slightly pale.
“My dear Cesare, do not ask so many questions. Do as I tell you, as you have always done hitherto. You have never found it a bad policy, have you? Very well, continue as before.”
This refusal rang out sharp as a lash.
“Ah! Might I be permitted to know the reasons influencing you?”
“They are the same as yours. You will not come with me on account of this young Marcel Baradier. But it is on that very account that I am bent on your accompanying me.”
“Can you be jealous?”
“I am.”
“That is something quite novel; and I must confess I am greatly surprised!”
“It is diversity of sensations which gives a charm to life!”