“Yes, to-morrow.”
“Early?”
“At five in the morning.”
“You will go by the road which runs by the wall of the park, and goes through the village?”
“Yes, that is the way we shall go.”
“Why so early in the morning? I would have gone out on the terrace to see you pass, and to wish you good-by.”
Bettina detained for a moment Jean’s burning hand in hers. He drew it mournfully away, with an effort.
“I must go and speak to your sister,” said he.
“Directly, she has not seen you, there are a dozen persons round her. Come and sit here a little while, near me.”
He was obliged to seat himself beside her.