“But, monsieur, I don’t know whether I ought to accept.”
“What is there to prevent?”
“What will people say?”
“It seems to me that that ought not to worry you so much as your aunt; and as you are not afraid of making her angry, what do you care for what strangers may say?”
“That’s so, monsieur; it makes no difference at all to me; besides, several friends of mine have done it, and been no worse off for it.”
“Oh! there’s no lack of examples. And so, my dear girl, be all ready at this time to-morrow night. I will come here for you. Make up a little bundle of whatever you need most, and I will take you to your room.”
“Well, as you insist upon it, until to-morrow! I’ll be ready.”
“By the way, one more question. Who is that Monsieur Jules you were with at Tivoli?”
“Oh! he’s a very well-behaved young fellow, who takes me out to walk sometimes with my aunt.”
“I believe you; but even if he’s a hundred times more well-behaved than you say, you must promise me not to receive him at your room, and not to go to walk with him any more.”