f
disillusions.) No, it was that confounded flower which brought about
this pure accident--as though Nature, which designs such accidents, had
not always a flower, or something equally serviceable, up her sleeve.

Moreover, had it not been for that accursed pair, sent, doubtless, to
spy on him by Madame Riennes, the accident would never have mattered;
at least not much. He could have apologized suitably to Juliette, that
is, if she wanted an apology, which she showed no signs of doing until
she saw the two men. Indeed, at the moment, he thought that she seemed
rather amused.

He thought of searching out Brother Smith and Professor Petersen, and
explaining to them exactly what had happened in full detail, and should
they still continue their ribald jests, of punching their heads, which
as a manly young fellow, he was quite capable of doing. Reflection
showed him, however, that this course might not be wise, since such
adventures are apt to end in the police-court, where the flower, and
its fruit, would obtain undue publicity. No, he must leave the business
alone, and trust that Juliette would be merciful. Supposing that she
were to tell Madame that he had tried to kiss her, though probably she
would _not_ mention that he had actually succeeded!

The mere idea made him feel cold down the back. He felt sure that
Madame would believe the worst of him; to judge from their
conversations, ladies, good as they all were, invariably did seem to
believe the worst in such affairs. Should he throw himself upon the
mercy of the Pasteur? Again, no. It would be so hard to make him
comprehend. Also, if he did, he might suggest that the altar was the
only possible expiation. And--and, oh! he must confess it, she was very
nice and sweet, but he did _not_ wish to marry Juliette and live with
her all his life.

No, there was but one thing to be done: keep the burden of his secret
locked in his own breast, though, unfortunately, it was locked as well
in those of Juliette and of two uninvited observers, and probably would
soon also be locked in the capacious bosom of Madame Riennes. For the
rest, towards Juliette in the future, he would observe an attitude of
strictest propriety; never more should she have occasion to complain of
his conduct, which henceforth would be immaculate. Alas! how easy it is
for the most innocent to be misjudged, and apparently, not without
reason.

This reflection brought something to Godfrey's mind which had