at this
excess of
tenderness.
that
evening
rodolphe
found her
more
seriousthan
usual.
“that will
pass
over，” he
concluded；
“it'sa
whim.” and
he missed
three
rendezvous
running.
whenhe did
come， she
ed herself
cold and
almost
contemptuous.
“ah！
you're
losingyour
time， my
lady！” and
he
pretended
not to
notice her
melancholysighs，
nor the
handkerchief
she took
out. then
emma
repented.
she even
asked
herselfwhy
she
detested
charles；
if it had
not been
