Brigitte joined her entreaties to mine, although she knew it was only a joke on my part.  Smith could not leave Paris without danger of losing his position, and replied that he regretted being obliged to deny himself the pleasure of accompanying us.  Nevertheless I continued to press him, and, ordering another bottle of wine, I repeated my invitation.  After dinner I went out to assure myself that my orders were carried out; then I returned in high spirits, and seating myself at the piano I proposed some music.

“Let us pass the evening here,” I said; “believe me, it is better than going to the theatre; I can not take part myself, but I can listen.  We will make Smith play if he tires of our company, and the time will pass pleasantly.”

Brigitte consented with good grace and began singing for us; Smith accompanied her on the violoncello.  The materials for a bowl of punch were brought and the flame of burning rum soon cheered us with varied lights.  The piano was abandoned for the table; then we had cards; everything passed off as I wished and we succeeded in diverting ourselves to my heart’s content.

I had my eyes fixed on the clock and waited impatiently for the hands to mark the hour of ten.  I was tormented with anxiety, but allowed them to see nothing.  Finally the hour arrived; I heard the postilion’s whip as the horses entered the court.  Brigitte was seated near me; I took her by the hand and asked her if she was ready to depart.  She looked at me with surprise, doubtless wondering if I was not joking.  I told her that at dinner she had appeared so anxious to go that I had felt justified in sending for the horses, and that I went out for that purpose when I left the table.

“Are you serious?” asked Brigitte; “do you wish to set out to-night?”

“Why not?” I replied, “since we have agreed that we ought to leave Paris?”

“What! now?  At this very moment?”

“Certainly; have we not been ready for a month?  You see there is nothing to do but load our trunks on the carriage; as we have decided to go, ought we not go at once?  I believe it is better to go now and put off nothing until tomorrow.  You are in the humor to travel to-night and I hasten to profit by it.  Why wait longer and continue to put it off?  I can not endure this life.  You wish to go, do you not?  Very well, let us go and be done with it.”

Profound silence ensued.  Brigitte stepped to the window and satisfied herself that the carriage was there.  Moreover, the tone in which I spoke would admit of no doubt, and, however hasty my action may appear to her, it was due to her own expressed desire.  She could not deny her own words, nor find any pretext for further delay.  Her decision was made promptly; she asked a few questions as though to assure herself that all the preparations had been made; seeing that nothing had been omitted, she began to search here and there.  She found her hat and shawl, then continued her search.