—Since you have the kindness to offer something to our dear young lady, she said, let me make it. Good Heavens! to wake up Mademoiselle Veronica! what would she say? that I am good for nothing, and she would be right.
—Well, said Marcel, I am going to show you where you will find what is necessary.
They both went down to the kitchen, as quietly as possible, so as not to disturb Veronica's slumber, and Marianne declared that with an armful of dry wood, she would have finished in a few minutes.
—Then I leave you, said the priest; I must not leave Mademoiselle Suzanne alone.
He remained several seconds longer, hesitating, following the movements of the old governess without seeing them, then all at once he quickly remounted the stair-case.
XXXVI.
TÊTE-À-TÊTE.
"'Tis yours to use aright the hour
Which destiny may leave you,
To drain the cup of oldest wine,
And pluck the morning's roses."
A. BUSQUET (La poésie des heures).
He halted at the threshold, pale and trembling as if he were about to commit a crime.