It's an odd notion to invite me to your trysting-place." "Trysting-place?
I haven't one." "You mean to tell me, perhaps, that you came here by chance ?" "Certainly." "And chanced upon the very moment and the spot where she was passing ?" "Do you want a proof?
That young lady is Mademoiselle Charnot." "Well ?" "Well, I never have said another word to her since my one visit to her father; I have only seen her once, for a moment, in the street.

You see there can be no question of trysting-places in this case.

I was wondering at her appearance when you awoke.

It is luck, or a friendly providence, that has used the beauty of the sunlight, the breeze, and all the sweets of April to bring her, as it brought us, to the forest." "And that is what fetched the tears ?" "Well, no." "What, then ?" "I don't know." "My full-grown baby, I will tell you.

You are in love with her!" "Indeed, Sylvestre, I believe you're right.