'"Why?"
'"Because I shall keep the key," said I, and coquettishly dropped it into my bosom.
'"Even as you have the key to my heart," he added,
'After a pause he said,
'"M. Hoboken is still at Flushing?"
'"Yes—and does not return till to-morrow."
'"Très bien!" said Lucien, "by what hour, at the utmost, may Madame Hoboken miss you—or require you?"
'"By seven certainly, and she supposes me to be at the Beguinage—and so will ask no questions, to put me in a false position."
'"Seven—it wants eight hours of that time. See, Lisette, how lovely the day is— how bright the sun, and how beautiful the white and pink hawthorn that load the air with fragrance."
'"Well, what of that?"