“Unless Léon⁠—” replied Charles, who was reflecting. But it was difficult to explain matters by letter. Then she offered to make the journey, but he thanked her. She insisted. It was quite a contest of mutual consideration. At last she cried with affected waywardness⁠—

“No, I will go!”

“How good you are!” he said, kissing her forehead.

The next morning she set out in the Hirondelle to go to Rouen to consult Monsieur Léon, and she stayed there three days.