Bettina stood there with the box of cigars in her two hands, her eyes fixed frankly on the countenance of Jean.

At the moment, she tasted a true and keen pleasure which may be expressed by this phrase: "It seems to me that I see before me a man of honor." "And now," said Mrs.Scott, "let us sit here and enjoy this delicious night; take your coffee, smoke--" "And do not let us talk, Susie, do not let us talk.

This great silence of the country, after the great noise and bustle of Paris, is delightful! Let us sit here without speaking; let us look at the sky, the moon, and the stars." All four, with much pleasure, carried out this little programme.

Susie and Bettina, calm, reposeful, absolutely separated from their existence of yesterday, already felt a tenderness for the place which had just received them, and was going to keep them.

Jean was less tranquil; the words of Miss Percival had caused him profound emotion, his heart had not yet quite regained its regular throb.
But the happiest of all was the Abbe Constantin.
This little episode which had caused Jean's modesty such a rude, yet sweet trial, had brought him exquisite joy, the Abbe bore his godson such affection.