“Take care of my papers!” said the advocate, sharply. “Besides, this is the third time that I have forbidden you to come at my consultation-hours.”
She wished to embrace him.
“All right! Go away! Cut your stick!”
He repelled her; she heaved a great sigh.
“Ah! you are plaguing me again!”
“’Tis because I love you!”
“I don’t ask you to love me, but to oblige me!”
This harsh remark stopped Clémence’s tears. She took up her station before the window, and remained there motionless, with her forehead against the pane.
Her attitude and her silence had an irritating effect on Deslauriers.
“When you have finished, you will order your carriage, will you not?”
She turned round with a start.
“You are sending me away?”
“Exactly.”
She fixed on him her large blue eyes, no doubt as a last appe
