"Oh! because—I don't know—I was afraid it would seem as if I wanted to force that young man to think about me."
"Really? was that the reason?"
"Dear me! how spiteful you are this morning!—At last, I concluded to do it; and three days ago I sent my servant to inquire about the burn. She saw him, and he told her that it was almost well, that he thanked me very much for the interest I was good enough to take in him, and that he should have the honor of coming himself to thank me."
"Oho! so he has been to see you, has he?"
"No; that was three days ago, and he hasn't been yet. He probably said it to be polite; he won't come."
"I'll bet that he will."
"He may come or not, as he pleases; after all, it makes no difference to me."
"Oh! what a lie!"
"Juliette!"
"Yes, that's a lie; it does make a difference to you! Tell me, Nathalie, am I not to be your confidante, as you are mine? You have often said to me: 'I made a marriage of reason; I have never known what it is to love; but it must be a very pleasant thing. I am bored sometimes when I am alone; if I loved somebody, it seems to me that I should never be bored.'"