Volume I Part 32 (1/2)

”Children, I warn you all to eat not of that bread”

WHAT WAS REALLY THE MATTER WITH ANDREW

The lawyer's house looked on to the Square Behind it, there was a nice, well-kept garden, with a back entrance into a narrow street which was almost always deserted, and from which it was separated by a wall

At the bottoarden Maitre[14] Moreau's wife had promised, for the first ti love to her for a long tione to Paris for a week, so she was quite free for the tied so hard, and had used such loving words, she was certain that he loved her so ardently, and she felt so isolated, so lected amidst all the law business which seeiven away her heart without even asking herself whether it would give her anything else at some future time

Then, after so of hands, of kisses rapidly stolen behind a door, the Captain had declared that he would ask pere, and leave the town i, a real th she yielded to his iainst the wall, with a beating heart, treth she heard so up the wall, she very nearly ran away

Suppose it were not he, but a thief? But no; someone called out softly, ”_Matilda_!” and when she replied, ”_Etienne_!” a man jumped on to the path with a crash

It was he,--and what a kiss!

For a long time they remained in each other's aran to fall, and the drops from the leaves fell on to her neck and made her start Whereupon he said:

”Matilda, o indoors It is twelve o'clock, we can have nothing to fear; please let us go to your roohtened”

But he held her in his arms, and whispered in her ear:

”Your servants sleep on the third floor, looking on to the Square, and your rooarden, so nobody can hear us

I love you so that I wish to love you entirely, from head to foot” And he ehtened and even ashamed But he put his arms round her, lifted her up, and carried her off under the rain, which was by this tiroped their way upstairs; and when they were in the room he bolted the door while she lit a , into a chair, while he knelt down beside her

At last, she said, panting:

”No! no! Etienne, please let ry with you afterwards; and after all, it is so horrid, so common Cannot we love each other with a spiritual love only? Oh!

Etienne!”

But he was inexorable, and then she tried to get up and escape froht she ran to the bed in order to hide herself behind the curtains; but it was a dangerous place of refuge, and he followed her

But in haste he took off his sword too quickly, and it fell on the floor with a crash

And then--a prolonged, shrill child's cry came from the next room, the door of which had remained open

”You have awakened the child,” she whispered, ”and perhaps he will not go to sleep again”

He was only fifteenout of hers, so that she ht be able to hear him

The Captain exclaimed, ardently: