"It is impossible, really. Oh, don't be sad, my dear! Don't cry! If you cry I won't tell you something very nice."
She became more affectionate, nestled and resumed:
"Listen, my dear. I have only one thought, and that is to live with you! We shall leave Paris, we shall move into a small house, hidden so well, you see, that no one will know that we are living. All we need is an income of twenty thousand francs."
"Where do you expect me to get that much now?" I exclaimed discouraged.
"Now, listen to me," continued Juliette. "We need only twenty thousand francs. Well, I have figured it all out! In six months we shall have it."
Juliette looked at me with a mysterious air and repeated:
"We shall have it!"
"Please don't talk like that, my dear. You don't know how you hurt me."
Juliette raised her voice, the wrinkle on her forehead grew rigid.
"Then you want me always to belong to others?"