They were silent, and the cook was heard to go away. Presently her voice was heard in the garden.
"Dear me!" said Rosine; "there she is, calling me outside."
And Rosine was for running down at once.
"Heavens!" cried Mary; "don't leave me here alone."
"Why, you are not alone," said Rosine, naïvely. "Monsieur Michel is here."
"Yes, but to get back to the house," stammered Mary.
"Why, mademoiselle," cried Rosine, astonished, "have you suddenly turned coward,--you so brave, who are in the woods by night as much as by day! It isn't a bit like you."
"Never mind; stay, Rosine."
"Well, for all the help I have been to you for the last half-hour I might as well go."
"Very true; but that's not what I want of you."