“Will you go and see the duchess?”
“No, if you will promise me not to go to confession next Sunday.”
“But what will he say if I do not go?”
“Nothing at all, if he understands his business. But let us talk it over a little.”
We were so tightly clasped together that the cousin, like a good girl, left us, and went to the other end of the balcony, taking care to look away from us.
Without changing my position, in spite of the temptation to do so, I asked her if she felt in the humour to repent of the sin she was ready to commit.
“I was not thinking of repentance just then, but as you remind me of it, I must tell you that I shall certainly go to confession.”
“And after you have been to confession will you love me as you love me now?”
“I hope God will give me strength to offend Him no more.”
“I assure you that if you continue loving me God will not give you grace, yet I feel sure that on Sunday evening you will refuse me that which you are now ready to grant.”