That evening Rodolphe found her more serious than usual.

"That will pass over," he concluded; "it's a whim:"

And he missed three rendezvous running. When he did come, she showed

herself cold and almost contemptuous.

"Ah! you're losing your time, my lady!"

And he pretended not to notice her melancholy sighs, nor the

handkerchief she took out.

Then Emma repented. She even asked herself why she detested Charles; if

it had not been better to have been able to love him? But he gave her

no opportunities for such a revival of sentiment, so that she was much

embarrassed by her desire for sacrifice, when the druggist came just in

time to provide her with an opportunity.




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