the light. "I'll call my brother," she said, preparing to retire.
"A moment," said her lover; "I shall not see you for some weeks. I shall start to-morrow with my uncle. I shall think of you by day, and dream of you by night. And meanwhile I shall very much doubt whether you think of me."
Mlle. de Bergerac smiled. "Doubt, doubt. It will help you to pass the time. With faith alone it would hang very heavy."
"It seems hard," pursued M. de Treuil, "that I should give you so many pledges, and that you should give me none."
"I give all I ask."
"Then, for Heaven's sake, ask for some thing!"
"Your kind words are all I want."
"Then give me some kind word yourself."
"What shall I say, Vicomte?"
"Say,—say that you'll wait for me."
They were standing in the centre of the great saloon, their figures reflected by the light
