"'Tis because I love you!"
"I don't ask you to love me, but to oblige me!"
This harsh remark stopped Clémence's tears. She took up her station before the window, and remained there motionless, with her forehead against the pane.
Her attitude and her silence had an irritating effect on Deslauriers.
"When you have finished, you will order your carriage, will you not?"
She turned round with a start.
"You are sending me away?"
"Exactly."
She fixed on him her large blue eyes, no doubt as a last appeal, then drew the two ends of her tartan across each other, lingered for a minute or two, and went away.
"You ought to call her back," said Frederick.