She was looking very beautiful and bold, seeking to tempt him and carry
him off from that silly little cousin of hers, whose tears would simply
have made her laugh. And as Mathieu did not this time give her any
answer, even by a wave of the hand, she went on: "I prefer that: don't
reply: don't say that it is all over. You might make a mistake, you
know."
For a moment Mathieu's eyes flashed, then he closed them in order that he
might no longer see Seraphine, who was leaning towards him. It seemed as
if all the past were coming back. She almost pressed her lips to his as
she whispered that she still loved him; and when he drew back, full of
mingled emotion and annoyance, she raised her little hand to his mouth as
if she feared that he was again going to say no.
"Be quiet," said she; "they are coming."
The Moranges were now indeed returning with Reine, whose hair had been
curled. The child looked quite delicious in her frock of rose silk decked
with white lace, and her large hat trimmed with some of the dress
material. Her gay round face showed with flowery delicacy under the rose
silk.
"Oh, what a love!" exclaimed Seraphine by way of pleasing the parents.
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