You like me and I like you.

It is not love, but it is perhaps its seed.

Well, I am not going away, I am going to stop here, and I shall stay here as long as the flowers you have just given me remain unfaded." "Ah!" exclaimed Marcel, "they will fade in a couple of days.

If I had known I would have bought immortelles." * * * * * For a fortnight Musette and Marcel lived together, and led, although often without money, the most charming life in the world.

Musette felt for the artist an affection which had nothing in common with her preceding passions, and Marcel began to fear that he was seriously in love with his mistress.