He saw her agitation, and greatly surprised he said:
“How pale you are! What is the matter?”
She stammered out:
“I was nearly falling; I was frightened at the rocks.”
So then Jean guided her, supported her, explained the sport to her that she might take an interest in it. But as she scarcely heeded him, and as he was bursting with the desire to confide in some one, he led her away and in a low voice said to her:
“Guess what I have done!”
“But—what—I don’t know.”
“Guess.”
“I cannot. I don’t know.”
“Well, I have told Mme. Rosémilly that I wish to marry her.”