it, but my health requires it. I can not leave
Paris for such a length of time without putting my affairs in order, and
the affairs of a woman like me are always in great confusion; well, I
have found a way to reconcile everything, my money affairs and my love
for you; yes, for you, don't laugh; I am silly enough to love you! And
here you are taking lordly airs and talking big words. Child, thrice
child, only remember that I love you, and don't let anything disturb
you. Now, is it agreed?"

"I agree to all you wish, as you know."

"Then, in less than a month's time we shall be in some village,
walking by the river side, and drinking milk. Does it seem strange
that Marguerite Gautier should speak to you like that? The fact is,
my friend, that when this Paris life, which seems to make me so happy,
doesn't burn me, it wearies me, and then I have sudden aspirations
toward a calmer existence which might recall my childhood. One has
always had a childhood, whatever one becomes. Don't be alarmed; I am not
going to tell you that I am the daughter of a colonel on half-pay, and
that I was brought up at Saint-Denis. I am a poor country girl, and six
years ago I could not write my own name. You are relieved, aren't you?
Why is it you are the first whom I have ever asked to share the joy
of this desire of mine? I suppose because I feel that you love me for
myself and not for yourself, while all the others have only loved me for
themselves.

"I have often been in the country, but never as I should like to go
there. I count on you for this easy happiness; do not be unkind, let
me have it. Say this to yourself: 'She will never live to be old, and I
should some day be sorry for not having done for her the first thing she
asked of me, such an easy thing to do!'"

What could I reply to such words, especially with the memory of a first
night of love, and in the expectation of a second?

An hour later I held Marguerite in my arms, and, if she had asked me to
commit a crime, I would have obeyed her.

At six in the morning I left her, and before leaving her I said: "Till
to-night!" She kissed me more warmly than ever, but said nothing.

During the day I received a note containing these words:

"DEAR CHILD: I am not very well, and the doctor has ordered quiet. I
shall go to bed early to-night and shall not see you. But, to make up, I
shall expect you to-morrow at twelve. I love you."

My first thought was: She is deceiving me!

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