straining　her　close　to　him；　and　she　did　not　remove　his　arm；　she
  did　not　think　of　it。　Suddenly　the　nightingale　stopped；　and　a
  voice　called　out　in　the　distance：
  〃Henriette！〃
  〃Do　not　reply；〃　he　said　in　a　low　voice；　〃you　will　drive　the　bird
  away。〃
  But　she　had　no　idea　of　doing　so；　and　they　remained　in　the　same
  position　for　some　time。　Madame　Dufour　had　sat　down　somewhere　or
  other；　for　from　time　to　time　they　heard　the　stout　lady　break　out
  into　little　bursts　of　laughter。
  The　girl　was　still　crying；　she　was　filled　with　strange
  sensations。　Henri's　head　was　on　her　shoulder；　and　suddenly　he
  kissed　her　on　the　lips。　She　was　surprised　and　angry；　and；　to
  avoid　him；　she　stood　up。
  They　were　both　very　pale　when　they　quitted　their　grassy　retreat。
  The　blue　sky　looked　dull　to　them；　the　ardent　sun　was　clouded　over
  to　their　eyes；　they　perceived　not　the　solitude　and　the　silence。
  They　walked　quickly　side　by　side；　without　speaking　or　touching
  each　other；　appearing　to　be　irreconcilable　enemies；　as　if　disgust
  had　sprung　up　between　them；　and　hatred　between　their　souls。　From
  time　to　time　Henriette　called　out：　〃Mamma！〃
  By　and　by　they　heard　a　noise　in　a　thicket；　and　Madame　Dufour
  appeared；　looking　rather　confused；　and　her　companion's　face　was
  wrinkled　with　smiles　that　he　could　not　check。
  Madame　Dufour　took　his　arm；　and　they　returned　to　the　boats。　Henri
  went　on　first；　still　without　speaking；　by　the　girl's　side；　and　at
  last　they　got　back　to　Bezons。　Monsieur　Dufour；　who　had　sobered
  up；　was　waiting　for　them　very　impatiently；　while　the　youth　with
  the　yellow　hair　was　having　a　mouthful　of　something　to　eat　before
  leaving　the　inn。　The　carriage　was　in　the　yard；　with　the　horse　in；
  and　the　grandmother；　who　had　already　got　in；　was　frightened　at
  the　thought　of　being　overtaken　by　night；　before　they　got　back　to
  Paris；　the　outskirts　not　being　safe。
  The　young　men　shook　hands　with　them；　and　the　Dufour　family　drove
  off。
  〃Good…bye；　until　we　meet　again！〃　the　oarsmen　cried；　and　the
  answers　they　got　were　a　sigh　and　a　tear。
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  Two　months　later；　as　Henri　was　going　along　the　Rue　des　Martyrs；
  he　saw　〃Dufour；　Ironmonger；〃　over　a　door。　So　he　went　in；　and　saw
  the　stout　lady　sitting　at　the　counter。　They　recognized　each　other
  immediately；　and　after　an　interchange　of　polite　greetings；　he
  inquired　after　them　all。
  〃And　how　is　Mademoiselle　Henriette？〃　he　inquired；　specially。
  〃Very　well；　thank　you；　she　is　married。〃
  〃Ah！〃　Mastering　his　feelings；　he　added：　〃To　whom　was　she
  married？〃
  〃To　that　young　man　who　went　with　us；　you　know；　he　has　joined　us
  in　business。〃
  〃I　remember　him；　perfectly。〃
  He　was　going　out；　feeling　unhappy；　though　scarcely　knowing　why；
  when　Madame　called　him　back。
  〃And　how　is　your　friend？〃　she　asked；　rather　shyly。
  〃He　is　very　well；　thank　you。〃
  〃Please　give　him　our　compliments；　and　beg　him　to　come　and　call
  when　he　is　in　the　neighborhood。〃　She　then　added：　〃Tell　him　it
  will　give　me　great　pleasure。〃
  〃I　will　be　sure　to　do　so。　Adieu！〃
  〃I　will　not　say　that；　come　again；　very　soon。〃
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  The　next　year；　one　very　hot　Sunday；　all　the　details　of　that
  memorable　adventure　suddenly　came　back　to　him　so　clearly　that　he
  revisited　the　〃private　room〃　in　the　wood；　and　was　overwhelmed
  with　astonishment　when　he　went　in。　She　was　sitting　on　the　grass；
  looking　very　sad；　while　by　her　side；　again　in　his　shirt…sleeves；
  the　young　man　with　the　yellow　hair　was　sleeping　soundly；　like
  some　brute。
  She　grew　so　pale　when　she　saw　Henri；　that　at　first　he　thought　she
  was　going　to　faint；　then；　however；　they　began　to　talk　quite
  naturally。　But　when　he　told　her　that　he　was　very　fond　of　that
  spot；　and　went　there　very　often　on　Sundays；　she　looked　into　his
  eyes　for　a　long　time。　〃I；　too；　often　think　of　it；〃　she　replied。
  〃Come；　my　dear；〃　her　husband　said；　with　a　yawn；　〃I　think　it　is
  time　for　us　to　be　going。〃
  End