“Come to dinner to-morrow. I shall be away at Geneva. I shall be back by supper-time. I wish we could give her too much to drink!”
“That would be a pity. Let me see what I can do.”
I accordingly went to dine with them by myself the next day, and they entertained me in all the force of the word. After dinner we went for a walk, and the three friends understanding my aims left me alone with the intractable girl, who resisted my caresses in a manner which almost made me give up the hope of taming her.
“The syndic,” said I, “is in love with you, and last night . . .”
“Last night,” she said, “he amused himself with his old friend. I am for everyone’s following their own tastes, but I expect to be allowed to follow mine.”
“If I could gain your heart I should be happy.”
“Why don’t you invite the pastor and my cousin to dine with you? I could come too, for the pastor makes much of everyone who loves his niece.”
“I am glad to hear that. Has she a lover?”
“No.”
“I can scarcely believe it. She is young, pretty, agreeable, and very clever.”