“What, you will leave me alone at the château!”
“Listen, dear friend; I also have my principles, and there are certain things that I cannot consent to do.”
“Oh, Jeanne!” cried Diana, growing pale, “can you say such things to me?”
“Yes, I cannot continue thus.”
“I thought you loved me, Jeanne. What cannot you continue?”
“Continue to prevent two poor lovers from talking to each other at their ease.” Diana seized in her arms the laughing young woman.
“Listen!” said Jeanne, “there are the hunters calling us, and poor St. Luc is impatient.”