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When
we
meet
in
Paris
,
you
can
tell
me
your
decision
.
"
He
uttered
these
words
without
glancing
at
her
,
and
she
seemed
not
to
have
heard
them
,
for
she
stood
by
his
side
motionless
,
staring
vaguely
and
fixedly
at
the
landscape
before
her
,
bathed
in
moonlight
.
At
length
she
murmured
:
"
It
is
rather
chilly
,
"
and
turned
toward
the
bed
.
Duroy
followed
her
.
They
did
not
speak
but
continued
their
watch
.
Toward
midnight
Georges
fell
asleep
.
At
daybreak
the
nurse
entered
and
he
started
up
.
Both
he
and
Mme.
Forestier
retired
to
their
rooms
to
obtain
some
rest
.
At
eleven
o'clock
they
rose
and
lunched
together
;
while
through
the
open
window
was
wafted
the
sweet
,
perfumed
air
of
spring
.
After
lunch
,
Mme.
Forestier
proposed
that
they
take
a
turn
in
the
garden
;
as
they
walked
slowly
along
,
she
suddenly
said
,
without
turning
her
head
toward
him
,
in
a
low
,
grave
voice
:
"
Listen
to
me
,
my
dear
friend
;
I
have
already
reflected
upon
what
you
proposed
to
me
,
and
I
can
not
allow
you
to
depart
without
a
word
of
reply
.
I
will
,
however
,
say
neither
yes
nor
no
.
We
will
wait
,
we
will
see
;
we
will
become
better
acquainted
.
You
must
think
it
well
over
too
.
Do
not
yield
to
an
impulse
.
I
mention
this
to
you
before
even
poor
Charles
is
buried
,
because
it
is
necessary
,
after
what
you
have
said
to
me
,
that
you
should
know
me
as
I
am
,
in
order
not
to
cherish
the
hope
you
expressed
to
me
any
longer
,
if
you
are
not
a
man
who
can
understand
and
bear
with
me
.
"
"
Now
listen
carefully
:
Marriage
,
to
me
,
is
not
a
chain
but
an
association
.
I
must
be
free
,
entirely
unfettered
,
in
all
my
actions
-
-
my
coming
and
my
going
;
I
can
tolerate
neither
control
,
jealousy
,
nor
criticism
as
to
my
conduct
.
I
pledge
my
word
,
however
,
never
to
compromise
the
name
of
the
man
I
marry
,
nor
to
render
him
ridiculous
in
the
eyes
of
the
world
.
But
that
man
must
promise
to
look
upon
me
as
an
equal
,
an
ally
,
and
not
as
an
inferior
,
or
as
an
obedient
,
submissive
wife
.
My
ideas
,
I
know
,
are
not
like
those
of
other
people
,
but
I
shall
never
change
them
.
Do
not
answer
me
,
it
would
be
useless
.
We
shall
meet
again
and
talk
it
all
over
later
.
Now
take
a
walk
;
I
shall
return
to
him
.
Good-bye
until
to-night
.
"
He
kissed
her
hand
and
left
her
without
having
uttered
a
word
.
That
night
they
met
at
dinner
;
directly
after
the
meal
they
sought
their
rooms
,
worn
out
with
fatigue
.
Charles
Forestier
was
buried
the
next
day
in
the
cemetery
at
Cannes
without
any
pomp
,
and
Georges
returned
to
Paris
by
the
express
which
left
at
one-thirty
.
Mme.
Forestier
accompanied
him
to
the
station
.
They
walked
up
and
down
the
platform
awaiting
the
hour
of
departure
and
conversing
on
indifferent
subjects
.
The
train
arrived
,
the
journalist
took
his
seat
;
a
porter
cried
:
"
Marseilles
,
Lyons
,
Paris
!
All
aboard
!
"
The
locomotive
whistled
and
the
train
moved
slowly
out
of
the
station
.
The
young
man
leaned
out
of
the
carriage
,
and
looked
at
the
youthful
widow
standing
on
the
platform
gazing
after
him
