Is it such an
unsatisfactory thing to you," she added, with a bright smile, "to be
adored by a girl that several men have had the bad taste to declare
charming? Why, even the Duke of Vallombreuse himself professes that he
would be proud of it."
"But to give yourself to me so absolutely, and to refuse yourself to
me as absolutely! to mingle such sweet and bitter drops in the same
cup--honey and wormwood--and present it to my lips! only you, Isabelle,
could be capable of such strange contradictions."
"Yes, I AM an odd girl," she replied, "and therein I resemble my poor
mother; but such as I am you must put up with me. If you should persist
in persecuting me, I know well how I could elude and escape you, and
where I could hide myself from you so that you would never be able to
find me. But there will be no need of that, we will not talk of it; our
compact is made. Let it be as I say, de Sigognac, and let us be happy
together while we may. It grows late now, and you must go to your own
room; will you take with you these verses, of a part that does not suit
me at all, and remodel them for me? they belong to a piece that we are
to play very soon. Let me be your faithful little friend, de Sigognac,
and you shall be my great, and well-beloved poet.
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