"Ah! I shall go and look for them; I have gathered them formerly on the hillside of Robaila." My father proposed to take him.

The stranger accepted his proposal with thanks, and hastened to collect together the plants he had gathered; but all of a sudden he appeared seized with a scruple.

He observed to his companion that the road he was going was halfway up the hill, and led in the direction of the castle of the Dames Royales at Bellevue; that by going to the top he would consequently turn out of his road, and that it was not right he should take this trouble for a stranger.
My father insisted upon it with his habitual good-nature; but, the more eagerness he showed, the more obstinately the old man refused; it even seemed to my father that his good intention at last excited his suspicion.

He therefore contented himself with pointing out the road to the stranger, whom he saluted, and he soon lost sight of him.
Many hours passed by, and he thought no more of the meeting.

He had reached the copses of Chaville, where, stretched on the ground in a mossy glade, he read once more the last volume of Emile.