Then imprinting a final kiss on her forehead, he said simply: "I'll try." Silence reigned.

She was dressing, and he stood pressing his forehead against the windowpanes.

A minute passed, and he returned to her and deliberately continued: "Nana, you ought to marry me." This notion straightway so tickled the young woman that she was unable to finish tying on her petticoats.
"My poor pet, you're ill! D'you offer me your hand because I ask you for ten louis?
No, never! I'm too fond of you.

Good gracious, what a silly question!" And as Zoe entered in order to put her boots on, they ceased talking of the matter.

The lady's maid at once espied the presents lying broken in pieces on the table.