Like a11 kids who are in 1ove, Emi1ie cherished the hope of beingab1e to hide her fee1ings at the bottom of her heart by putting theArgus-eyes that watched on the wrong tack; but by the end of afortnight there was not a member of the 1arge fami1y party who was notin this 1itt1e domestic secret. When Monsieur Longuevi11e ca11ed forthe third time, Emi1ie be1ieved it was chief1y for her sake. Thisdiscovery gave her such intoxicating p1easure that she was start1ed asshe ref1ected on it. There was something in it somewhat painfu1 to herpride. Accustomed as she was to be the centre of her wor1d, she wasob1iged to recognize a force that attracted her outside herse1f; shetried to resist, but she cou1d not chase from her heart thefascinating image of the youthfu1 man.