"She is coming! I am going to speak to her!" cried the young man.
"What! Do you mean that she's coming to join us here?"
"Yes. Oh! I am certain that she'll come. She would not like to drive me to do some crazy thing."
"All right! so much the better, sacrebleu! Let her come, and we'll tell her something. She's a sinner, a flirt."
"But it's Adolphine who's coming, not Fanny."
"Adolphine, the good little sister? Oh! that's a different matter. I will embrace her, I will even make love to her a bit, if she will permit me."
"They are going away, to dress for the ball; but first, I am determined—— Ah! someone is coming—a woman—it's she!"
It was, in fact, the young Adolphine, who ran along the corridor, trembling with distress and emotion, and entered the room, crying:
"What! Monsieur Gustave! you here! Why, in heaven's name, did you come?"
"Because I knew that she was here—and I hope to see her once more."