nd on what account should I have had you turned out?"
"Because I had been sufficiently impertinent for that."
"Oh, that,--yes, that's true."
"You see plainly that you are forced to avow it," said Malicorne.
"Monsieur Malicorne!"
"Don't let us be angry; if you have retained me, then it has not been
without cause."
"It is not, at least, because I love you," cried Montalais.
"Granted. I will even say that, at this moment, I am certain that you
hate me."
"Oh, you have never spoken so truly."
"Well, on my part I detest you."
"Ah! I take the act."
"Take it. You find me brutal and foolish; on my part I find you have a
harsh voice, and your face is too often distorted with anger. At this
moment you would allow yourself to be thrown out of that window rather
than allow me to kiss the tip of your finger; I would precipitate myself
from the top of the balcony rather than touch the hem of your robe. But,
in five minutes, you will love me, and I shall adore you. Oh, it is just
so."
"I doubt it."
"And I swear it."
"Coxcomb!"
"And then, that is not the true reason. You stand in need of me, Aure,
and I of you. When it pleases you to be gay, I make you laugh; when it
suits me to be loving, I look at you. I have given you a commission
of lady of honor which you wished for; you will give me, presently,
something I wish for."
"I will?"
"Yes, you will; but, at this moment, my dear Aure, I declare to you that
I wish for absolutely nothing, so be at ease."
"You are a frightful man, Malicorne; I was going to rejoice at getting
this commission, and thus you quench my joy."
"Good; there is no time lost,--you will rejoice when I am gone."
"Go, then; and after----"
"So be it; but in the first place, a piece of advice."
"What is it?"
"Resume your good-humor,--you are ugly when you pout."
"Coarse!"
"Come, let us tell the truth to each other, while we are about it."
"Oh, Malicorne! Bad-hearted man!"
"Oh, Montalais! Ungrateful girl!"
The young man leant with his elbow upon the window-frame; Montalais
took a book and opened it. Malicorne stood up, brushed his hat with his
sleeve; smoothed down his black doublet,--Montalais, though pretending
to read, looked at him out of the corner of her eye.
"Good!" cried she, furious, "he has assumed his respectful air--and he
will pout for a week."
"A fortnight, mademoiselle," said Malicorne, bowing.
Montalais lifted up her little doubled fis
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