When will you come again ?" She looked him full in the face.
"Do you wish me to be frank with you ?" she inquired.

"Well, then, to tell you the truth, I think I shall come no more.

I have no pretext, and I cannot invent one." "Then we must say farewell," he remarked.
"No, I will not do that!" she answered.
She pronounced these words in terrified anger.

Then she added more gently, without knowing what she was saying, and without moving from her chair: "I am going." Laurent reflected.

He was thinking of Camille.
"I wish him no harm," said he at length, without pronouncing the name: "but really he is too much in our way.