"Please let me go to sleep," she said, with a supplicating air; "I am so tired."
"And how about myself, my dear child? I am ready to drop. See, I am in evening dress, and have not a pillow to rest my head on, not one, except this one." I had her hand in mine, and I squeezed it while kissing it. "Would you be very vexed to lend this pillow to your husband? Come, are you going to refuse me a little bit of room? I am not troublesome, I can assure you."
I thought I noted a smile on her lips, and, impatient to escape from my delicate position, in a moment I rose, and, while continuing to converse, hastelessly and noiselessly undressed. I was burning my ships. When my ships were burned there was absolutely nothing left for me to do but to get into bed.
Louise gave a little cry, then she threw herself toward the wall, and I heard a kind of sob.
I had one foot in bed and the other out, and remained petrified, a smile on my lips, and supporting myself wholly on one arm.
"What is the matter-dear; what is the matter? Forgive me if I have offended you."
I brought my head closer to her own, and, while inhaling the perfume of her hair, whispered in her ear:
"I love you, my dear child; I love you, little wife; don't you think that
I do?"
She turned toward me her eyes, moistened with tears, and said in a voice broken by emotion and so soft, so low, so tender, that it penetrated to the marrow of my bones:
"I love you, too. But let me sleep!"