Amelie, let me go with you." "Yes, come.

What matter if they see your footsteps now?
We shall be far enough away to-morrow.

Come!" The young man sprang from the boat and gave his hand to Amelie to help her out.

Then he folded his arm about her and they walked to the house.
On the portico Charles stopped.
"Go on alone," said he; "memory is a chaste thing.

I know that, and I will not embarrass you by my presence.