I told you I had business in Paris.

Well, it is finished." "And you are going to-day ?" "I start this evening." "We shall miss you." She felt a strange constraint creeping over her.

She could not even express naturally her sorrow and disappointment at his going.

She began again to have the feeling of being guilty, and accused, and being eager to defend herself without knowing how.
"I shall not be far off, and you will know where to find me.

When you want me, for whatever reason, you have only to write and I will come." "But I always want you," she answered half pettishly.