"Can I not make the inquiries for you?" he asked. "Pray command me. It
will be my happiness to be useful to you."
"You are very good. I cannot trouble you so much."
"Pray do not talk of trouble. It can be no trouble to me to aid you in
any manner. Ah, madame, you do not know how much I would sacrifice to be
useful to you!"
She must have been dull indeed had she failed to perceive the earnestness
of his tone. She did perceive it, and was vaguely conscious that in this
student of law she had a friend.
"I want to know when the diligence for Calais leaves Paris, and from what
office," she said. "I am going back to England."
She was surprised to see the young man's face blanch as she announced
this simple fact. The young man himself was surprised by the sudden
anguish inflicted by her announcement. It was in this moment that he
first discovered how completely he had given his heart into this strange
woman's keeping.
"You are really going to leave Paris?--for ever?" he exclaimed.
"Yes. I have been here too long already. I have no business here. I ought
to have gone back to England that day when I first met you here, but I
put off the day of my return. I can put it off no longer."
"And you are going back to your friends?" Gustave asked, in a very
mournful tone.
"I am going back to my friends? Yes!" Her lips quivered a little, and the
unbidden tears came to her eyes.
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