I always found a mingled odor there of cigar-smoke and of some perfume which Jean preferred, and I learned to like the combination.

Maybe that was a perverted taste,--cigar-smoke and delicate perfumes are not consorted in the code of odor-lovers,--but, as I say, I learned to like it.
I have but little more to tell of this first wedded year of my dear friends.

One incident I may relate.

It occurred less than a year from the date of the outing in the woods.

There were relations each of the two should meet, and he was very busy with many things, and it was, finally, after much thought, decided that Jean should go her way and he his for two long weeks; so they bade good-by to each other and left the city, in different directions, the same day.
It was just four days later when I got a note asking me to call at the house.