What most
concerns me this morning is your belief that I love you."
"Listen: there's the oriole."
"How about Madame Oriole; does she regret the lover of last year?"
"Very good, Monsieur. You are daily recovering your wit. And you used
to be very witty when you were not making extravagant love."
"A man does not weep when he loves and the object of his love simulates
kindness."
"I should like to test this love," reflectively.
"Test it, Diane; only test it!" He was all eagerness. He flung his
hat to the ground, and with his arm along the back of the seat he
leaned toward her. The heron feather remained unharmed; it was a
prophetic sign, only he did not realize it. He could realize nothing
save that the glorious beauty of her face was near, and that to-day
there was nothing else in the world. He was young, and youth forgets
overnight.
Madame, with the knuckle of a finger against her lips, posed as if
ruminating, when in truth she was turning over in her mind the
advisability of telling him all, laughing, and leaving him. And
suddenly she grew afraid. What would he do? for there was some latent
power in this man she hesitated to rouse.
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