"
"And you think then Mademoiselle de Lescure is not fit for a nun at
all?"
"Oh, Madame, we all know she is going to be married immediately to the
finest, handsomest, most noble young nobleman in all Poitou. Oh! I'd
give all the world to have such a lover as M. Henri just for ten
minutes, to see him once kneeling at my feet."
"For ten minutes," said Marie. "What good would that do you? that would
only make you unhappy when the ten minutes were gone and past."
"Besides, what would you say to him in that short time?" said Madame de
Lescure.
"Say to him! I don't know what I'd say to him. I don't think I'd say one
word, but I'd give him such a look, so full of affection and gratitude,
and admiration, and--and--and downright real true love; that, if he had
any heart in him at all, I don't think he'd be so base as to go away
from me when the ten minutes were over."
"That's what you call borrowing a lover for ten minutes, is it?" said
Marie; "and if, as you say, this young gentleman is my property, what
am I to do for a lover the while?"
"I was only wishing, Mademoiselle, and you know there's no harm in
wishing.
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