I have no one but you." "But think, my son, we can never see each other again without both of us blushing, without my feeling that I must die of shame, without my eyes falling before yours." "But it is not so, mother." "Yes, yes, yes, it is so! Oh, I have understood all your poor brother's struggles, believe me! All--from the very first day.

Now, when I hear his step in the house my heart beats as if it would burst, when I hear his voice I am ready to faint.

I still had you; now I have you no longer.

Oh, my little Jean! Do you think I could live between you two ?" "Yes, I should love you so much that you would cease to think of it." "As if that were possible!" "But it is possible." "How do you suppose that I could cease to think of it, with your brother and you on each hand?
Would you cease to think of it, I ask you ?" "I?
I swear I should." "Why you would think of it at every hour of the day." "No, I swear it.

Besides, listen, if you go away I will enlist and get killed." This boyish threat quite overcame her; she clasped Jean in a passionate and tender embrace.