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"
Until
that
time
,
"
continued
the
young
girl
in
a
calm
and
self-possessed
tone
of
voice
,
"
we
will
conform
to
circumstances
,
and
be
guided
by
the
wishes
of
our
friends
,
so
long
as
those
wishes
do
not
tend
finally
to
separate
us
;
in
a
word
,
and
I
repeat
it
,
because
it
expresses
all
I
wish
to
convey
--
we
will
wait
.
"
"
And
I
swear
to
make
all
the
sacrifices
which
this
word
imposes
,
sir
,
"
said
Morrel
,
"
not
only
with
resignation
,
but
with
cheerfulness
.
"
"
Therefore
,
"
continued
Valentine
,
looking
playfully
at
Maximilian
,
"
no
more
inconsiderate
actions
--
no
more
rash
projects
;
for
you
surely
would
not
wish
to
compromise
one
who
from
this
day
regards
herself
as
destined
,
honorably
and
happily
,
to
bear
your
name
?
"
Morrel
looked
obedience
to
her
commands
.
Noirtier
regarded
the
lovers
with
a
look
of
ineffable
tenderness
,
while
Barrois
,
who
had
remained
in
the
room
in
the
character
of
a
man
privileged
to
know
everything
that
passed
,
smiled
on
the
youthful
couple
as
he
wiped
the
perspiration
from
his
bald
forehead
.
"
How
hot
you
look
,
my
good
Barrois
,
"
said
Valentine
.
"
Ah
,
I
have
been
running
very
fast
,
mademoiselle
,
but
I
must
do
M.
Morrel
the
justice
to
say
that
he
ran
still
faster
.
"
Noirtier
directed
their
attention
to
a
waiter
,
on
which
was
placed
a
decanter
containing
lemonade
and
a
glass
.
The
decanter
was
nearly
full
,
with
the
exception
of
a
little
,
which
had
been
already
drunk
by
M.
Noirtier
.
"
Come
,
Barrois
,
"
said
the
young
girl
,
"
take
some
of
this
lemonade
;
I
see
you
are
coveting
a
good
draught
of
it
.
"
"
The
fact
is
,
mademoiselle
,
"
said
Barrois
,
"
I
am
dying
with
thirst
,
and
since
you
are
so
kind
as
to
offer
it
me
,
I
can
not
say
I
should
at
all
object
to
drinking
your
health
in
a
glass
of
it
.
"
"
Take
some
,
then
,
and
come
back
immediately
.
"
Barrois
took
away
the
waiter
,
and
hardly
was
he
outside
the
door
,
which
in
his
haste
he
forgot
to
shut
,
than
they
saw
him
throw
back
his
head
and
empty
to
the
very
dregs
the
glass
which
Valentine
had
filled
.
Valentine
and
Morrel
were
exchanging
their
adieux
in
the
presence
of
Noirtier
when
a
ring
was
heard
at
the
door-bell
.
It
was
the
signal
of
a
visit
.
Valentine
looked
at
her
watch
.
"
It
is
past
noon
,
"
said
she
,
"
and
today
is
Saturday
;
I
dare
say
it
is
the
doctor
,
grandpapa
.
"
Noirtier
looked
his
conviction
that
she
was
right
in
her
supposition
.
"
He
will
come
in
here
,
and
M.
Morrel
had
better
go
--
do
you
not
think
so
,
grandpapa
?
"
"
Yes
,
"
signed
the
old
man
.
