I went one day with Mademoiselle when she was going to see a friend in the Rue Marboeuf.

She waited at a corner of the street, and beckoned me to her.

'Florestan,' said she, 'I forgot to post this letter; go and do so; I will wait here for you.'" "Of course you read it ?" "No.

I thought there was something wrong.

She wants to get rid of you, so, instead of posting it, I slunk behind a tree and waited.