They repeated "till to-morrow!" a dozen times, and still and ever found something more to say.

At last Silvere began to scold.
"Come, you must get down, it is past midnight." But Miette, with a girl's waywardness, wished him to descend first; she wanted to see him go away.

And as he persisted in remaining, she ended by saying abruptly, by way of punishment, perhaps: "Look! I am going to jump down." Then she sprang from the mulberry-tree, to the great consternation of Silvere.

He heard the dull thud of her fall, and the burst of laughter with which she ran off, without choosing to reply to his last adieu.

For some minutes he would remain watching her vague figure as it disappeared in the darkness, then, slowly descending, he regained the Impasse Saint-Mittre.
During two years they came to the path every day.