"Come, let us go back to supper.

Are you coming ?" I sat still and did not move.
She saw how deeply I had been affected by the whole scene, and, coming up to me, held out her hand, saying: "Come now, let us go." I took her hand, raised it to my lips, and in spite of myself two tears fell upon it.
"Why, what a child you are!" she said, sitting down by my side again.
"You are crying! What is the matter ?" "I must seem very silly to you, but I am frightfully troubled by what I have just seen." "You are very good! What would you have of me?
I can not sleep.

I must amuse myself a little.

And then, girls like me, what does it matter, one more or less?
The doctors tell me that the blood I spit up comes from my throat; I pretend to believe them; it is all I can do for them." "Listen, Marguerite," I said, unable to contain myself any longer; "I do not know what influence you are going to have over my life, but at this present moment there is no one, not even my sister, in whom I feel the interest which I feel in you.

It has been just the same ever since I saw you.