I could not help looking at the young woman with still greater satisfaction, for I am very intimate with the author whom she named.
“No, mademoiselle, I have nothing by that author that you have not read. But here is something that came out yesterday.”
“Ah! give it to me, give it to me.”
“I don’t know just what it is, but so far as newness goes, I will warrant it.”
“Let me have it.”
“Will you promise not to keep it long?”
“Yes, yes; you know that it is only a matter of one evening with us.”
“You will be very careful about cutting it?”
“Yes, yes! I must run now, or my aunt will say that I have been gossiping.”
The young woman took all the volumes under her arm and went out, after casting another rapid glance in my direction.