“Enlist indeed?” sneered Pitou, smiling loftily.
As he looked round him, seeking someone, Mistress Billet smiled, divining who he was after.
“Looking for Catherine?” she asked unaffectedly.
“To present her with my duty,” said Pitou.
“She is ironing,” responded Mrs. Billet; “but sit ye down and talk to me.”
“Quite willing, mother.” And he took a chair.
In all the doorways and windows the servants and laboring men flocked to see their old fellow. He had a kindly glance for them all, a caress in his smile for the most part.
“So you come from town, Ange?” began Mother Billet. “How did you leave the master?”
“He is all right, but Paris is all wrong.”
The circle of listeners drew in closer.