One Saturday Jacques said to her:
"Come early tomorrow, we will go into the country."
"How nice!" said Marie. "I am preparing a surprise for you. You shall see. It will be sunshiny tomorrow."
Marie spent the night at home finishing a new dress that she had bought out of her savings—a pretty pink dress. And on Sunday she arrived clad in her smart purchase at Jacques' studio.
The artist received her coldly, almost brutally.
"I thought I should please you by making this bright toilette," said Marie, who could not understand his coolness.
"We cannot go into the country today," replied he. "You had better be off. I have some work today."
Marie went home with a full heart. On the way she met a young man who was acquainted with Jacques' story, and who had also paid court to herself.
"Ah! Mademoiselle Marie, so you are no longer in mourning?" said he.
"Mourning?" asked Marie. "For whom?"