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`` It is New Year 's Day , '' replied Desiree . `` New Year 's Day , '' echoed Barlasch . `` Good . And we have been on the road since six o'clock ; and I , who have forgotten to wish you -- '' He paused and called cheerily to the horses , which had covered more than forty miles since leaving their stable at Thorn . `` Bon Dieu ! '' he said in a lower tone , glancing at her beneath the ice-bound rim of his fur cap , `` Bon Dieu -- what am I to wish you , I wonder ? '' Desiree did not answer , but smiled a little and looked straight in front of her .