"Of what nature?"
"I embraced Mademoiselle de Larsagny and kissed her."
"Ah! and the young girl?"
"Did not repulse me. Now shall I marry or not?"
"What does your heart tell you?"
"My heart is like Pantagruel. It knows no decided answer."
"Good. If you follow my advice, marry the girl. A kiss between two good young people is as binding as an engagement."
"You are right, a hundred times right, and yet the moment I pressed my lips to hers I felt a pain in my heart. If I only knew the cause of this fright which seizes me every time I think of Carmen."
"Perhaps it is her father, Monsieur de Larsagny, who does not inspire you with confidence?" said Spero after a pause.
In the meantime the two friends reached the Arc de Triomphe and walked up and down the woods.