She no longer smiled or jested. She seemed to be thinking of some new thing that had entered her mind for the first time. Her eyes were all aglow with it.

“What are you thinking of, Christine?”

“I am thinking that we shall not see each other again⁠ ⁠…”

“And does that make you so radiant?”

“And that, in a month, we shall have to say goodbye forever!”

“Unless, Christine, we pledge our faith and wait for each other forever.”

She put her hand on his mouth.

“Hush, Raoul!⁠ ⁠… You know there is no question of that⁠ ⁠… And we shall never be married: that is understood!”