“Where are you going?”
A rush of blood colored the face of the unfortunate man; and he said in
an embarrassed voice,--
“I beseech you, Dionysia, do not insist upon my telling you. Permit me
to keep this secret, the only one I have ever kept from you.”
Two tears trembled for a moment in the long lashes of the young girl,
and then silently rolled down her cheeks.
“I understand you,” she stammered. “I understand but too well. Although
I know so little of life, I had a presentiment, as soon as I saw that
they were hiding something from me. Now I cannot doubt any longer. You
will go to see a woman to-morrow”--
“Dionysia,” Jacques said with folded hands,--“Dionysia, I beseech you!”