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My case is ten times worse: and alas,
alas! there is no cure for that."
"Your case, Marie?"
"Yes, my case, Agatha--a lover too few!"
"Ah, Marie, do not joke with me tonight. I want your common sense, and
not your wit, just now. Be a good, dear girl, and tell me what I shall
say to him. I know he will not go to Saumur before--before he has
proposed to me."
"Then, in the name of common sense, dear Agatha, tell him the truth,
whatever it may be."
"You know I do not--cannot love him."
"Nay, I know nothing. You have not said yet who 'him' is--but I own I
can give a guess. I suppose poor Adolphe Denot is the man you cannot
love? Poor Adolphe! he must be told so, that is all."
"But how shall I tell him, Marie? He is so unlike other men. Henri is
his friend, and yet he has never spoken to him about me, nor to my
father. If he would ask my hand from Henri, as another would, Henri
would talk to him, and explain to him that it could not be-that my heart
is too much occupied with other cares, to care for loving or being
loved.


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