Chapter XV.
It was with a heavy heart that I saw Manon start for Paris with Marcel, our valet. As I kissed her good-bye I could not help exclaiming:
"You are not deceiving me, Manon? You will be faithful to me?"
She reproached me tenderly for my suspicions, and reiterated all her vows of constancy.
She expected to arrive in town at about three o'clock. I left soon after her, and went to the Café de Féré on the Pont Saint-Michel, to while away the remainder of the afternoon as best I could. I stayed there until dusk. Then I went out and took a hackney-coach, which I left
