"No, no, I wish for nothing but silence and discretion." "Aren't you glad now that you didn't injure Urbain? He meant no harm in disguising himself as a girl. It was he who sang so beautifully under my window. Oh, how happy I am! He can sing with me all the time now. He will teach me that pretty ballad and some others, too. Will you not, Urbain, teach me many things? Oh, how happy we shall be." The barber had some trouble in calming Urbain's transports and Blanche's naive joy. Finally he succeeded in making them listen. "Until the time of your union," said he, "I repeat to you, I shall exact the greatest discretion. Urbain you must promise me not to speak of your marriage, and not to bring any of your acquaintances here." "I swear to you, monsieur, that I will do as you wish; besides, I don't know anybody. I have no intimate friends." "That is better still, you will have less to regret in leaving the city. Make all your preparations for departure, and procure all the necessary documents for your marriage. As to Blanche, I will give you the letter found on her father; that is all which concerns that matter. When you have made all the necessary arrangements, you can marry Blanche--but in the evening without any stir, with nothing that can draw people to the church to see the ceremony; I dislike idlers and curious people. Afterwards you will immediately start for the country; and you will not return to this city, where your modest means would not permit you to live happily." "Yes, I agree to all, monsieur." "Are you coming with us, my friend?" "No, that is not necessary. Later on, perhaps." "And Marguerite, can we take her with us?" "Yes." "How nice that will be!" "Up to the day of your departure Urbain can come here, but in the evening only, and not in disguise." "He will come as a boy. I am very curious to see him like that." "You understand; it is very late. It is necessary for you to retire. Urbain, I repeat to you, maintain the greatest silence about all this. Hasten your preparations, and Blanche will soon be yours." Urbain renewed his promises and his thanks to the barber, and took Blanche's hand and covered it with kisses. The young people could hardly believe in their happiness, and the future that was opening before them still seemed a dream of their imagination, but Touquet hurried them. "I shall see you tomorrow," said Urbain. "Tomorrow," repeated Blanche, "and not in woman's clothes. Do you hear? I wish to grow accustomed to seeing you as a man." "Yes, dear Blanche, yes. No more pretence now." The barber cut their adieux short and led away the young man, and Blanche closed her door, sighing and murmuring still,-- "Tomorrow."