I would go with himself. He would not object to my taking my nephew." And she put out her hand.
"One would think," said my mother, "that you were setting out for Siberia."
"For Siberia!" cried the Vicomte, laughing; "O no!"
I paused, undecided. But my father gave me a push. "After all," he said, "it's better."
When I overtook my aunt and her lover, the latter, losing no time, appeared to have come quite to the point.
"Your brother tells me, mademoiselle," he had begun, "that he has spoken to you."
The young girl was silent.
"You may be indifferent," pursued the Vicomte, "but I can't believe you're ignorant."
"My brother has spoken to me," said Mile. de Bergerac at last, with an apparent effort,—"my brother has spoken to me of his project."
"I'm very glad he seemed to you to have espoused my cause so warmly that you call it his own. I did my best to convince him that I pos-
