"He is at La Rochette, within a day's ride, and only detained there by a touch of fever.

In any case he promises to be here by the end of the week.

By Saturday, then, Condillac will have passed out of our power; it will be lost to you irretrievably.

Will you lose La Vauvraye as well ?" He let his hand fall to his side, and turned, fully to face her.
"What can I do?
What can we do ?" he asked, a shade of petulance in his question.
She stepped close up to him and rested her hand lightly upon his shoulder.
"You have had three months in which to woo that girl, and you have tarried sadly over it, Marius.

You have now at most three days in which to accomplish it.