"Oh!" she moaned. "I asked so that I might be with you a little longer.... It is so sad! But you are right. Let us part."
He said, in a kinder tone:
"Suzanne.... Suzanne...."
Bending her head a little, she put out her forehead to him:
"Kiss me, Philippe."
He stooped, intending to kiss the curls of her hair. But she gave a swift movement and flung her arms round his neck.
He felt that he was lost and made a despairing effort. Suzanne's lips were close to his, offering themselves.
"Oh, Suzanne ... Suzanne, my darling ..." he whispered, abandoning all resistance and pressing the girl to his breast....