“I glory in you alone.”
“You used to be very miserable as you made these little scratches and scrawls,” she said, turning the papers over.
“My Pauline——”
“Oh yes, I am your Pauline—and what then?”
“Where are you living now?”
“In the Rue Saint Lazare. And you?”
“In the Rue de Varenne.”
“What a long way apart we shall be until——” She stopped, and looked at her lover with a mischievous and coquettish expression.
“But at the most we need only be separated for a fortnight,” Raphael answered.
“Really! we are to be married in a fortnight?” and she jumped for joy like a child.