antment; they also
infuse it into white wine, and convert it into a beverage which they
call May wine, and which is very intoxicating."
Julien was no longer listening to these details. He kept his eyes
steadily fixed on Mademoiselle Vincart, and continued to inhale
rapturously the bouquet, and to experience a kind of intoxication.
"Let me keep these flowers," he implored, in a choking voice.
"Certainly," replied she, gayly; "keep them, if it will give you
pleasure."
"Thank you," he murmured, hiding them in his bosom.
Reine was surprised at his attaching such exaggerated importance to so
slight a favor, and a sudden flush overspread her cheeks. She almost
repented having given him the flowers when she saw what a tender
reception he had given them, so she replied, suggestively:
"Do not thank me; the gift is not significant. Thousands of similar
flowers grow in the forest, and one has only to stoop and gather them."
He dared not reply that this bouquet, having been worn by her, was worth
much more to him than any other, but he thought it, and the thought
aroused in his mind a series of new ideas. As Reine had so readily
granted this first favor, was she not tacitly encouraging him to ask
for others? Was he dealing with a simple, innocent girl, or a village
coquette, accustomed to be courted? And on this last supposition should
he not pass for a simpleton in the eyes of this experienced girl, if
he kept himself at too great a distance. He remembered the advice of
Claudet concerning the method of conducting love-affairs smoothly with
certain women of the country. Whether she was a coquette or not, Reine
had bewitched him. The charm had worked more powerfully still since he
had been alone with her in this obscure hut, where the cooing of the
wild pigeons faintly reached their ears, and the penetrating odors of
the forest pervaded their nostrils. Julien's gaze rested lovingly on
Reine's wavy locks, falling heavily over her neck, on her half-covered
eyes with their luminous pupils full of golden specks of light, on her
red lips, on the two little brown moles spotting her somewhat decollete
neck. He thought her adorable, and was dying to tell her so; but when
he endeavored to formulate his declaration, the words stuck fast in his
throat, his veins swelled, his throat became dry, his head swam. In
this disorder of his faculties he brought to mind the recommendation of
Claudet: "One arm round the waist, two sounding
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