Edouard was to leave them for a week the next day.

They were alone: Rose was determined he should go away quite happy.
Everything was in Edouard's favor: he pleaded his cause warmly: she listened tenderly: this happy evening her piquancy and archness seemed to dissolve into tenderness as she and Edouard walked hand in hand under the moon: a tenderness all the more heavenly to her devoted lover, that she was not one of those angels who cloy a man by invariable sweetness.
For a little while she forgot everything but her companion.

In that soft hour he won her to name the day, after her fashion.
"Josephine goes to Paris with the doctor in about three weeks," murmured she.
"And you will stay behind, all alone ?" "Alone?
that shall depend on you, monsieur." On this Edouard caught her for the first time in his arms.
She made a faint resistance.
"Seal me that promise, sweet one!" "No! no!--there!" He pressed a delicious first kiss upon two velvet lips that in their innocence scarcely shunned the sweet attack.
For all that, the bond was no sooner sealed after this fashion, than the lady's cheek began to burn.
"Suppose we go in NOW ?" said she, dryly.
"Ah, not yet." "It is late, dear Edouard." And with these words something returned to her mind with its full force: something that Edouard had actually made her forget.

She wanted to get rid of him now.
"Edouard," said she, "can you get up early in the morning?
If you can, meet me here to-morrow before any of them are up; then we can talk without interruption." Edouard was delighted.
"Eight o'clock ?" "Sooner if you like.

Mamma bade me come and read to her in her room to-night.