Had she guessed--as I, without sight of her face, had guessed--what was to follow?
My gorge was rising fast.

I clenched my hands, and by an effort I restrained myself to learn that I had guessed aright.
"Some two months ago," he said, "I journeyed to Lavedan, as you may remember.

I saw you, mademoiselle--for a brief while only, it is true--and ever since I have seen nothing else but you." His voice went a shade lower, and passion throbbed in his words.
She, too, perceived it, for the grating of a chair informed me that she had risen.
"Not now, monsieur--not now!" she exclaimed.

"This is not the season.

I beg of you think of my desolation." "I do, mademoiselle, and I respect your grief, and, with all my heart, believe me, I share it.