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Rh M. Hervart asked for music. Rose, inexpert though she was, soothed her lover with all the melodies he desired. She even sang to him. The songs were all romances.

"Joys of the young couple," he said to himself, half dozing. "A picture by Greuze. NothisNothing is [sic] lacking except the little spaniel dog and the paternal old man looking in at the window and shedding a few quiet tears 'inspired by momory [sic]' at the sight of this ravishing scene. There, I'm laughing at myself, so that I can't be quite so badly done for as might have been thought. Not so close a prisoner, either."

"Go and see my father," said Rose, leaving a verse half sung. "I'll come and find you there later."

And she went on with her music.

"More and more conjugal, for I shall obey her after having, of course, gone over and kissed her in the neck. Dear child, she's waiting for the surprise, shivering at it already...."

Everything went off as M. Hervart had predicted, but there was something more. Rose turned round and said, after offering her lips:

"Go along, my darling, and mind you ad-