Seek the conclusion in your recollection, young couples.

Do you remember, young man.

Do you remember, young lady, you who now walk hand-in-hand, and who, up to two days back, had never seen one another?
At length the moon broke through the clouds, and her bright light flooded the room.

Mademoiselle Francine awoke from her reverie uttering a faint cry.
"What is the matter ?" asked Jacques, putting his arm around her waist.
"Nothing," murmured Francine.

"I thought I heard someone knock." And, without Jacques noticing it, she pushed the key that she had just noticed under some of the furniture.
She did not want to find it now.
* * * * * _First Reader_: I certainly will not let my daughter read this story.
_Second Reader_: Up till now I have not caught a glimpse of a single hair of Mademoiselle Francine's muff; and, as to the young woman herself, I do not know any better what she is like, whether she is fair or dark.
Patience, readers, patience.