Servigny repeated: "Mam'zelle Yvette, listen to me."
And she decided to open her eyes.
He continued, as he saw her reviving: "Come! Come! what does this nonsense mean?"
She murmured: "My poor Muscade, I was so unhappy."
He squeezed her hand: "And that led you into a pretty scrape! Come, you must promise me not to try it again."
She did not reply, but nodded her head slightly with an almost imperceptible smile. He drew from his pocket the letter which he had found on the table:
"Had I better show this to your mother?"
She shook her head, no. He knew not what more to say for the situation seemed to him without an outlet. So he murmured:
"My dear child, everyone has hard things to bear. I understand your sorrow and I promise you—"
She stammered: "You are good."