"Well, no; that is just what she won't do."
"Will she ask for me, then? But I don't expect anybody, monsieur!"
"Oh! how you annoy me with your reflections, Pomponne! She will ask for—— But, no, you would make some infernal blunder; I prefer not to have you here. I will send you on some errand, and let her in myself when she comes."
"What, monsieur! do you distrust me to that extent?"
"Hush! you bore me."
"But if you want her to ask for me, monsieur, I'm willing, I don't refuse."
"Leave me in peace, and go to bed!"
Pomponne went to bed, weeping because I would not allow him to be there on the morrow to admit my young grisette. I fell asleep thinking of Mademoiselle Rosette. Her visit indicated a very earnest wish to make my acquaintance; or was it not due to her having read that name on the ticket? Was it not because she believed me to be a famous author that she had come to my lodgings? All women love renown; grisettes are as susceptible to it as other women. And in that case, when she learned——
"Faith!" said I to myself; "we shall see to-morrow; let's go to sleep."
At noon, I was becomingly dressed; I had sent Pomponne away, with orders not to return before two o'clock, and I impatiently counted the minutes.