You could come every day and see us.

I would be very grateful to you, and would love you very much!" "But--but--but--!" exclaimed Cayrol, much confounded, "you cannot mean what you say, Jeanne! What, my dear?
You wish me to return alone to Paris to-night?
What would my servants say?
You would expose me to ridicule!" Poor Cayrol made a piteous face.

Jeanne looked at him as she had never looked before.

It made his blood boil.
"Would you be so very ridiculous for having been delicate and tender ?" "I don't see what tenderness has to do with it," cried Cayrol; "on the contrary! But I love you.

You don't seem to think it!" "Prove it," replied Jeanne, more provokingly.
This time Cayrol lost all patience.
"Is it in leaving you that I shall prove it?
Really, Jeanne, I am disposed to be kind and to humor your whims, but on condition that they are reasonable.