They stood there gazing into each other's faces, both deeply affected, and were on the point of embracing each other.
A woman's cap appeared on the threshold of the anteroom.
"What brings you here?" said Deslauriers.
It was Mademoiselle Clémence, his mistress.
She replied that, as she happened to be passing, she could not resist the desire to go in to see him, and in order that they might have a little repast together, she had brought some cakes, which she laid on the table.
"Take care of my papers!" said the advocate, sharply. "Besides, this is the third time that I have forbidden you to come at my consultation-hours."
She wished to embrace him.
"All right! Go away! Cut your stick!"
He repelled her; she heaved a great sigh.
"Ah! you are plaguing me again!"