His blunders were becoming wearisome.
The banker, quite discomfited on seeing the effect of his words, continued: "You object to this journey?
If so, I am willing to give it up." The young wife was touched by this humble servility.
"Well, yes," she said, softly, "I should be grateful to you." "I had hoped to please you," said Cayrol.

"It is for me to beg pardon for having succeeded so badly.

Let us remain in Paris.

It does not matter to me what place we are in! Being near to you is all I desire." He approached her, and, with beaming eyes, added: "You are so beautiful, Jeanne; and I have loved you so long a time!" She moved away, full of a vague dread.

Cayrol, very excitedly, put her cloak round her shoulders, and looking toward the door, added: "The carriage is there, we can go now." Jeanne, much troubled, did not rise.
"Wait another minute," said she.
Cayrol smiled constrainedly: "A little while ago you were hurrying me off." It was true.