words: "I had lost my senses. Forgive me, and come at four o'clock
to-morrow to the Parc Monceau." So she was yielding. That meant: "I
surrender, I am yours when you like and where you like." He began to
laugh, and Madeleine asked: "What is it?"
"Nothing," he answered; "I was thinking of a priest I met just now, and
who had a very comical mug."
Du Roy arrived to the time at the appointed place next day. On the
benches of the park were seated citizens overcome by heat, and careless
nurses, who seemed to be dreaming while their children were rolling on
the gravel of the paths. He found Madame Walter in the little antique
ruins from which a spring flows. She was walking round the little circle
of columns with an uneasy and unhappy air. As soon as he had greeted
her, she exclaimed: "What a number of people there are in the garden."