"Compliments again, did you learn to make them at Fortier's."
"No, he taught nothing like that."
"Dancing?"
"Lord help us—dancing at Fortier's! he made us cut capers at the end of the birch."
"So you do not know how to dance? Still you shall come along with me on Sunday, and see Master Isidor Charny dance: he is the best dancer of all the gentlemen round here."
"Who is he?"
"Owner of Boursiennes Manor. He will dance with me next Sunday."
Pitou's heart shrank without his knowing why.
"So you make yourself lovely to dance with him?" he inquired.
"With him and all the rest. You, too, if you like to learn."