I was mistaken; all right." She rose, opened the piano and began to play the "Invitation a la Valse", as far as the famous passage in the major which always stopped her.

Was it through force of habit, or was it to remind me of the day when we first met?
All I know is that the melody brought back that recollection, and, coming up to her, I took her head between my hands and kissed her.
"You forgive me ?" I said.
"You see I do," she answered; "but observe that we are only at our second day, and already I have had to forgive you something.

Is this how you keep your promise of blind obedience ?" "What can I do, Marguerite?
I love you too much and I am jealous of the least of your thoughts.

What you proposed to me just now made me frantic with delight, but the mystery in its carrying out hurts me dreadfully." "Come, let us reason it out," she said, taking both my hands and looking at me with a charming smile which it was impossible to resist, "You love me, do you not?
and you would gladly spend two or three months alone with me in the country?
I too should be glad of this solitude a deux, and not only glad of it, but my health requires it.

I can not leave Paris for such a length of time without putting my affairs in order, and the affairs of a woman like me are always in great confusion; well, I have found a way to reconcile everything, my money affairs and my love for you; yes, for you, don't laugh; I am silly enough to love you! And here you are taking lordly airs and talking big words.