“ Ah! how late it is!” she said; “how we do chatter!”
He understood the hint and took up his hat.
“ It has even made me forget the theatre. And poor Bovary has left me here especially for that. Monsieur Lormeaux, of the Rue Grand-Pont, was to take me and his wife.”
And the opportunity was lost, as she was to leave the next day.
“ Really!” said Leon.
“ Yes.”
“ But I must see you again,” he went on. “I wanted to tell you—”
“ What?”
“ Something—important—serious. Oh, no! Besides, you will not go; it is impossible. If you should—listen to me. Then you have not understood me; you have not guessed—”
“ Yet you speak plainly,” said Emma.
“ Ah! you can jest. Enough! enough! Oh, for pity’s sake, let me see you once—only once!”
“ Well—” She stopped; then, as if thinking better of
