With this she had the voice of a child, a joyous laugh, and an expression of sensibility on her fresh face.
"I have come to dine with you," she said, gayly, "and I am so hungry." He made a gesture that was not lost upon her.
"Do I disturb you ?" she asked, uneasily.
"Not at all." "Must you go out ?" "No." "Then why did you make a gesture that showed indifference, or, at least, embarrassment ?" "You are mistaken, my little Phillis." "With any one else I might be mistaken, but with you it is impossible.
You know that between us words are not necessary; that I read in your eyes what you would say, in your face what you think and feel.

Is it not always so when one loves--as I love you ?" He took her in his arms and kissed her long and tenderly.

Then going to a chair on which he had thrown his coat, he drew from the pocket the bread that he had bought.
"This is my dinner," he said, showing the bread.
"Oh! I must scold you.

Work is making you lose your head.

Can you not take time to eat ?" He smiled sadly.
"It is not time that I want." He fumbled in his pocket and brought out three big sous.
"I cannot dine at a restaurant with six sous." She threw herself in his arms.
"O dearest, forgive me!" she cried.