Chapter 13. Mariolle Copies Mme De Burne
When she appeared before him next morning bringing him his tea and toast, and their eyes met, she began to tremble so that the cup and sugar-bowl rattled on the salver. Mariolle went to her and relieved her of her burden and placed it on the table; then, as she still kept her eyes fastened on the floor, he said to her: “Look at me, little one.”
She raised her eyes to him; they were full of tears.
“You must not cry,” he continued. As he held her in his arms, she murmured: “ Oh! mon Dieu!“ He knew that it was not regret, nor sorrow, nor remorse that had elicited from her those three agitated words, but happiness, true happiness. It gave him a strange, selfish feeling of delight, physical rather than moral, to feel this small person resting against
