Would you like for us to go abroad ?" "Where ?" "To Italy." "You are tired of here ?" "I am afraid of the winter; I am particularly afraid of your return to Paris." "Why ?" "For many reasons." And she went on abruptly, without giving me her reasons for fears: "Will you go abroad?
I will sell all that I have; we will go and live there, and there will be nothing left of what I was; no one will know who I am.

Will you ?" "By all means, if you like, Marguerite, let us travel," I said.

"But where is the necessity of selling things which you will be glad of when we return?
I have not a large enough fortune to accept such a sacrifice; but I have enough for us to be able to travel splendidly for five or six months, if that will amuse you the least in the world." "After all, no," she said, leaving the window and going to sit down on the sofa at the other end of the room.

"Why should we spend money abroad?
I cost you enough already, here." "You reproach me, Marguerite; it isn't generous." "Forgive me, my friend," she said, giving me her hand.

"This thunder weather gets on my nerves; I do not say what I intend to say." And after embracing me she fell into a long reverie.
Scenes of this kind often took place, and though I could not discover their cause, I could not fail to see in Marguerite signs of disquietude in regard to the future.