“There is no cause for alarm,” she added. “It is quite natural to make an excursion to Mont Saint–Michel at this time of the year in company with you, my father, my uncle and aunt, and a friend. Besides no one will know it; and even if they do, what can they say against it? When we are back in Paris I will reduce this friend to the ranks again, to keep company with the others.”
“Very well,” he replied. “Let it be as if I had said nothing.”
They took a few steps more; then M. de Pradon asked:
“Shall we return to the house? I am tired; I am going to bed.”
“No; the night is so fine. I am going to walk awhile yet.”
He murmured meaningly: “Do not go far away. One never knows what people may be around.”
“Oh, I will be right here under the windows.”
“Good night, then, my dear child.”
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