But Jeanne, with a serious air, led Cayrol aside: "I wish to act honestly toward you, sir; I yield to the pleading of which I am the object.

But you must know that my sentiments do not change so quickly.

It is my hand only which I give you today." "I have not the conceitedness to think that you love me, Mademoiselle," said Cayrol, humbly.

"You give me your hand; it will be for me to gain your heart, and with time and sincere affection I do not despair of winning it.

I am truly happy, believe me, for the favor you do me, and all my life long shall be spent in proving my gratitude to you." Jeanne was moved; she glanced at Cayrol, and did not think him so common-looking as usual.