“And also that you love me?”
“No, but my heart tells me as much.”
“You make me happy, but does not your heart also tell you that you should prove your love?”
“Dearest, can you doubt it?”
With these words she gave me her hand to kiss for the first time.
“My first idea,” she added, “was to put the whole forty sequins on the ‘ambe’.”
“You hadn’t sufficient courage?”
“It wasn’t that, I felt ashamed to do it. I was afraid that you might have a thought you would not tell me of—namely, that if I gave you the forty sequins to risk on the lottery, you would think I despised your present. This would have been wrong, and if you had encouraged me I should have risked all the money.”
“I am so sorry not to have thought of it. You would have had ten thousand sequins, and I should be a happy man.”
“We will say no more about it.”