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 but what is vague and undefined, require neither a truthful nor an exact reply.

And profiting by the fact that he had an opportunity of conversing secretly with Madame des Aubels for a few minutes, he spoke urgently and to the point. Gilberte, so far as one could judge, was made rather to awaken desire than to feel it. Nevertheless, she well knew that her fate was to love, and she followed it willingly and with pleasure. Maurice did not particularly displease her. She would have preferred him to be an orphan, for experience had taught her how disappointing it sometimes is to love the son of the house.

“Will you?” he said by way of conclusion.

She pretended not to understand, and with her little sandwich raised  to her mouth she looked at Maurice with wondering eyes.

“Will I what?” she asked.

“You know quite well.”

Madame des Aubels lowered her eyes, and sipped her tea, for her prudishness was not quite vanquished. Meanwhile Maurice, taking her empty cup from her hand, murmured:

“Saturday, five o’clock, 126 Rue de Rome, on the the door on the right, under the arch. Knock three times.”

Madame des Aubels glanced severely and imperturbably at the son of the house, and with a air rejoined the circle of highly respectable