“No, Mademoiselle Zinca, no.”
“Ah! I shall be happy to pay the carriage of my dear Kinko.”
“Yes—pay the carriage——”
“It will not be long now?”
“No; this afternoon probably.”
I do not know what to say.
“Monsieur,” says mademoiselle, “we are going to get married as soon as the formalities are complied with; and if it is not abusing your confidence, will you do us the honor and pleasure of being present?”
“At your marriage—certainly. I promised my friend Kinko I would.”
Poor girl! I cannot leave her like this. I must tell her everything.
“Mademoiselle Zinca—Kinko——”