Kiss me, and make it up." She repulsed him angrily, and said in a dry tone,--"Let me alone! How many times must I tell you that I am very unwell this evening." "You suffer, my love ?" resumed the advocate, "where?
Shall I send for the doctor ?" "There is no need.

I know the nature of my malady; it is called ennui.
You are not at all the doctor who could do anything for me." Noel rose with a discouraged air, and took his place at the side of the tea-table, facing her.

His resignation bespoke how habituated he had become to these rebuffs.

Juliette snubbed him; but he returned always, like the poor dog who lies in wait all day for the time when his caresses will not be inopportune.

"You have told me very often during the last few months, that I bother you.