"He has at any rate made no vows to me, Victorine, nor given me cause
to suppose he ever will."
"But should he do so, Marie?"
"Now you ask me questions which you know it only becomes me to answer
in one way."
"Why, Marie, I declare you and I have changed characters this morning.
You are all sobriety when I make a poor attempt at joking with you. Were
I, as usual, talking of my sober cares, you would be as giddy as a girl
of fifteen, and talk to me of twenty lovers that you have."
"It is very different talking of twenty lovers, and of one."
"Then you own there is one lover in the ease--eh, Marie?"
"Now you are crafty, Victorine, and try to trap me into confessions. You
know I have no confession to make, or I should have made it long ago to
you."
"I know, Marie, that Larochejaquelin is sad when you are not by, and
that he has a word for no one else when you are present; but I know not
whether that means love. I know also that your bright eyes brighten when
they rest on him, and that your heart beats somewhat faster at the
mention of his name; but I know not whether that means love.
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