Sealed Lips — page 142: what you’re looking at

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134 SEALED LIPS. Soon after he entered Godefroid’s library and found him radiant with smiles, and looking ten years younger. “Guess the reply!” exclaimed the musician, Joy- fully. “TI know it,” said Patrice, falling into a seat. “How do you know it?” “T should say that 1 suspect it in seeing you so happy.” , , “For the time being,” said Godefroid, speaking with singular volubility, “she leaves the final an- swer for a week. But her mother—that woman is goodness personified—has taken care to remove all uneasiness from my mind. This delay of eight days is merely for propriety’s sake.” “T suppose,” said Patrice, “that in cases like this © a young lady ought not to seem to decide too quickly.” He spoke with an involuntary touch of sarcasm. But Godefroid had become very philosophical now that philosophy was not needed, and shrugged his shoulders with an indulgent smile. “Ah! You make me angry without intending it,” said he. “In reality if any one rejoices at my happiness it is you, lam sure of that. But you can admit it to an old friend. Mademoiselle Sauval seemed to—to honor you more than others. And in such cases the least conceited of us do not enjoy seeing that they were mistaken,” GOmMmichboo KS Geom