I am unwilling you should stay longer." Then Felicien, obedient, withdrew.
To know that he was beloved was enough for him, and satisfied him.
Still, before leaving the balcony, he turned, and looked at her again fixedly, as if he wished to carry away with him an indelible remembrance of her.

They both smiled at each other as they stood thus, bathed with light, in this long caressing look.
At last he said: "I love you." And she gently replied: "I love you." That was all, and he had in a moment, with the agility of a bird, gone down the woodwork of the corner of the building, while she, remaining on the balcony, leaned on the balustrade and watched him, with her tender, beautiful eyes.

She had taken the bouquet of violets and breathed the perfume to cool her feverishness.

When, in crossing the Clos-Marie, he lifted his head, he saw that she was kissing the flowers.
Scarcely had Felicien disappeared behind the willows, when Angelique was disturbed by hearing below the opening of the house-door.

Four o'clock had just struck, and no one was in the habit of getting up until two hours later.