She was taking them out of their box herself.

This made a pretext for her to express delighted thanks, and for a little she played her part so well that all Henry's doubts were set at rest, and he told himself that he had been imaginative and foolish to think that anything was changed in her.
He helped her to put all the lovely blooms into vases, so happy to think they should give her pleasure.

And all the while he talked to her lovingly and soothingly, until Sabine could have screamed aloud, so full of remorse and constraint she felt.

If he would only be disagreeable or unkind! At last, among the giant violets, they came upon one bunch of white ones.

These she took and separated, and, making them into two, she stuck one into her belt and gave Henry the other to put into his coat.
"Won't you fasten them in for me, dearest ?" he said, his whole countenance full of passionate love.
She came nearer, and with hasty fingers put the flowers into his buttonhole.
The temptation was too great for Henry.