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Then he was afraid , and to avoid any explanation he smote his forehead , crying -- `` Morel is to come back to-night ; he will not refuse me , I hope '' -LRB- this was one of his friends , the son of a very rich merchant -RRB- ; `` and I will bring it you to-morrow , '' he added . Emma did not seem to welcome this hope with all the joy he had expected . Did she suspect the lie ? He went on , blushing -- `` However , if you do n't see me by three o'clock do not wait for me , my darling . I must be off now ; forgive me ! Goodbye ! '' He pressed her hand , but it felt quite lifeless .