“There’s weather!” he sighed, as he sat down.
Madame Verstraeten left the young people to themselves, and sat down beside her husband, who, however, on hearing that Paul had come, rose and walked to the back drawing-room.
“Morning, uncle.”
“Ah! morning, Paul; how are you?—how is your mother?”
“Mother is very well. I lift her reading a book that Eline had sent her.”
“And how is it—have you paid a visit to Hovel yet?”
“No, uncle, not yet.”
“But do so then. Don’t delay too long about it; Hovel wants to make your acquaintance.”
“Paul, it’s four days ago that you said you were going to Hovel,” cried Marie. “How can you be thinking so long about it? It isn’t such a great journey.”
“I intended to go to-morrow.”