My case is ten times worse: and alas, alas! there is no cure for that." "Your case, Marie ?" "Yes, my case, Agatha--a lover too few!" "Ah, Marie, do not joke with me tonight.

I want your common sense, and not your wit, just now.

Be a good, dear girl, and tell me what I shall say to him.

I know he will not go to Saumur before--before he has proposed to me." "Then, in the name of common sense, dear Agatha, tell him the truth, whatever it may be." "You know I do not--cannot love him." "Nay, I know nothing.

You have not said yet who 'him' is--but I own I can give a guess.