They were alone in the carriage, and
she could give free rein to her feelings. She took his hand and
kissed it, and laying her arm round his neck, she said fondly:
"Don't be so depressed, Wilhelm. Of course it is only natural that
one should be afraid of any change after one has been so happy, but
you shall have no cause to regret St. Valery. You will see, it will
be still nicer in Paris. We remain the same as we were before, and
surely my little home is a more fitting frame for our love than the
bare room at the hotel!"
Wilhelm started back.
"You surely do not imagine that I am going to live in your house?"
he cried.
"But there can be no question about it!" she answered in surprise.
"Never!" Wilhelm declared, with a determination that frightened
Pilar, it was so new to her. "How could you think of such a thing?"
"But, Wilhelm," she returned, "what else could we do? I should not
like to think that it was your plan we should part at the station
and each go our different ways. If I believed that, I would throw
myself under the wheels of the train this very instant. We have not
been indulging in a little summer romance, entertaining enough at
the seaside, but which must die a natural death as soon as we return
to Paris.
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