All in good time--he would go all in good time! But a bird raised its song and again was silent.

It was a robin in an elder tree below the window.
"Wait one moment," whispered Georges; "the lamp's frightening him.

I'll put it out." And when he came back and took her waist again he added: "We'll relight it in a minute." Then as she listened to the robin and the boy pressed against her side, Nana remembered.

Ah yes, it was in novels that she had got to know all this! In other days she would have given her heart to have a full moon and robins and a lad dying of love for her.

Great God, she could have cried, so good and charming did it all seem to her! Beyond a doubt she had been born to live honestly! So she pushed Georges away again, and he grew yet bolder.
"No, let me be.