"Yes, mamzelle, I left them all in good health; and here's a letter that Mamzelle Suzanne, your second sister, gave me for you."
"Oh! give it to me, give it to me quick, Colinet!"
Georgette eagerly seized the letter that the young man had brought her; she broke the seal and read it to herself inaudibly; the expression of her face betrayed her deep interest in its contents. While Georgette was reading, Colinet looked about, apparently making an inspection of the room.
"It's very nice here," he muttered; "much finer than it was in the other place."
Having finished reading the letter, Georgette put it in her bosom, then smiled anew at Colinet, who said:
"Will that letter bring you back to the province?"
"Not yet, Colinet."
"Do you still enjoy yourself more in Paris?"
"It is not that, my friend; but I came here for a certain purpose; and I shall not leave Paris until I have finished what I have begun."
"Ah! you're doing some work here, are you?"