“Are you happy now?”
“Yes, monsieur; I can’t be more so.”
The tone in which she said that, and the melancholy expression of her face, gave me much food for thought.
“You seem to me much changed, Nicette.”
“How, monsieur?”
“You are pale, and a little thinner than you were.”
“But I am not sick.”
“Perhaps this smell of flowers——”
“Oh! I’ve been used to that a long time.”
“I miss in your manner that light-heartedness and vivacity that I noticed at the time of our first meeting.”