4/42 "What is the bouquet for ?" he inquired, by way of turning it off. "Pour la demande!" And then, drawing up a chair, he seated himself, hat in hand, with a kind of conscious solemnity. "My good Charlotte, my admirable Charlotte," he murmured, "you have not played me false--you have not sided against me ?" Charlotte got up, trembling extremely, though imperceptibly. "You must speak to my father yourself," she said. "I think you are clever enough." But Felix, rising too, begged her to remain. |