"Yes, perhaps," said Vaudrey passionately.
"Vain fellow!" the pretty girl said as she placed upon his mouth her little hand which he kept upon his lips. "Then you would like me to parade our secrets everywhere and to publicly announce our happiness?"
"I should like," he said, as he removed his lips from the soft palm of her hand, "that all the world should know that you are mine, mine only—only mine, are you not?—That man?"
His eyes entreated her and lost their fire.
Marianne shrugged her shoulders.
"Let Monsieur de Rosas alone in tranquillity and let us return to my house, our house," she said, with a tender expression in her eyes.
"You do not love him?"
"No."
"And you love me?"
"I have told you so."