That question embarrassed me; I admit that I had not yet thought of that. I glanced at Nicette; her lovely eyes were still fastened on the floor. Was she afraid to meet mine? Did she love me already? and—— Nonsense! that infernal self-esteem of mine was off at a gallop!
“We have time enough to think about that, Nicette. Do you feel sleepy?”
“Oh, no! it ain’t that, monsieur.”
“Ah! so there’s another reason, is there?”
“I don’t want to be in your way; you told me you was tired, too.”
“That has all passed away; I have forgotten it.”
“Never mind, monsieur; show me where I can pass the night. I’ll go into one of the other rooms. I shall be very comfortable on a chair, and——”
“Pass the night on a chair! Nonsense! you mustn’t think of such a thing!”
“Oh, yes! I ain’t hard to suit, monsieur.”
“No matter; I shan’t consent to that. But sit down, Nicette, there’s no hurry now. Come and sit down. Are you afraid to sit beside me?”