Those two hearts knew one another and understood that they could not get on together any more.
Angelique bounced indoors and locked with a double turn of the key. The grating sound seemed a renewal of the tempest to the fugitive who put on the pace.
The result was an event the aunt was as far from expecting as the young man himself.
Running as though all the fiends from below were at his heels, Pitou was soon beyond the town bounds. On turning the burial-ground wall he bunked up against a horse.
"Good gracious," cried a sweet voice well-known to the flyer, "wherever are you racing so, Master Ange? You nearly made Younker take the bit in his teeth with the scare you gave us."
"Oh, Miss Catherine, what a misfortune is on me," replied Pitou, wide of the question.
"You alarm me," said the girl, pulling up in the mid-way; "What is wrong?"
"I cannot be a priest," returned the young fellow, as if revealing a world of iniquities.
"You won't," said the maid, roaring with laughter instead of throwing up her hands as Pitou expected. "Become a soldier, then. You must not make a fuss over such a trifle. Really, I thought your aunt had kicked the bucket."
"It is much the same thing, for she has kicked me out."