The eighth day came; she
had no money. Ralph put on his hat and went down the _Rue L'Ecole de
Medecin_ without her; but his breakfast was unpalatable, indigestible.
Five o'clock came round; she was sitting at the window, perturbedly
waiting to see how he would act.
It wrung his heart to think that she was hungry, but he tried to be very
firm.
"I am going to dinner, Suzette! I keep my word, you see."
"It is well, Ralph."
That night they said little to each other. The dovecote was quite cold,
for the autumn days were running out, and they lighted a hearth fire.
Suzette made pretence of reading. She had an impenitent look; for she
conceived that she had been cruelly treated, and would not be soothed
nor kissed. Ralph smoked, and said over some old rhymes, and, finally
rising, put on his cloak.
"I am going out, Suzette; you don't make my room cheerful."
"_Bien!_"
He walked very slowly and heavily down the stairs, to convince her that
he was really going or hoping to be recalled, but she did not speak. He
saw the light burning from his windows as he looked up from below. He
was regretful and angry. At Terrapin's room he drank much raw brandy and
sang a song. He even called the astute Terrapin a humbug, and toward
midnight grew quarrelsome.
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