"To-morrow morning we will go to the monastery," said she.
"Why yes, of course!"
"Only we two alone?"
"Yes, certainly, that is already settled."
The tearful voice was silent a moment, and then went on: "You have not
yet promised not to tell anything here in the house."
"I've promised at least ten times!"
"You know what you are to say--do you not--if you are questioned about
my fainting last night?"
"I know."
"You must say that the Padre was not _he_; that I was disappointed, and
that was why I fainted."
"Gracious, Jeanne! This is the twentieth time you have said that!"
"How cruel you are, Noemi! How little you care for me!"
Silence.
Jeanne's voice began again:
"Tell me what you think. Do you really believe he has forgotten me?"
"I will not answer that again!"
"Oh! please answer! Just one word, then I will let you go to sleep!"
Noemi reflected a moment and then answered drily, hoping to silence
Jeanne:
"Well, I think he has. I do not believe he ever loved you."
"You say that because I myself have said so to you!" Jeanne retorted
violently, no longer in a tearful voice.
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