She will be waiting for me.

Is it not tiresome ?" "Yes, it is." "Well, we must not mind that, dear; in three weeks' time we are to have too much of one another, you know, instead of too little." "Too much! I shall never have enough of you.

I shall hate the night which will rob me of the sight of you for so many hours in the twenty-four." "If you can't see me, perhaps you may hear me; my tongue runs by night as well as by day." "Well, that is a comfort," said Edouard, gravely.

"Yes, little quizzer, I would rather hear you scold than an angel sing.

Judge, then, what music it is when you say you love me!" "I love you, Edouard." Edouard kissed her hand warmly, and then looked irresolutely at her face.
"No, no!" said she, laughing and blushing.