I have a letter here from Monsieur Valmond.

It breathes noble things; it has humour, too--ah, yes, so quaint! I am to see him this afternoon--he returns to the Louis Quinze to-day.

The Cure and I--" She laid her hand on his arm, interrupting him.

"Will you take me this evening to Monsieur Valmond, dear friend ?" she asked.
She saw now how useless it was to attempt anything through these admirers of Valmond; she must do it herself.

He must be firmly and finally warned and dissuaded.