I will courageously atone for my error.

Excuse my weakness, and believe that you will never have a more faithful and devoted friend than I." Micheline gave him her hand, and, smiling, bowed her forehead to his lips.

He slowly impressed a brotherly kiss, which effaced the burning trace of the one which he had stolen a moment before.
At the same time a deep voice was heard in the distance, calling Pierre.
Micheline trembled.
"'Tis my mother," she said.

"She is seeking you.

I will leave you.
Adieu, and a thousand thanks from my very heart." And nimbly springing behind a clump of lilac-trees in flower, Micheline disappeared.
Pierre mechanically went toward the house.