"Well?"
"Well what?"
"Go on; finish what you mean to say."
"I mean to say that Monsieur Michel's place is not with us."
"Why not? Monsieur Michel is royalist, isn't he? I think he has given proof enough during the last two days of his devotion to the cause."
"That may be; but all the same, Demoiselle Bertha, we peasants have a way of saying, 'Like father, like son,' and therefore we don't believe in Monsieur Michel's royalism."
"He will force you to believe in it."
"Possibly; meanwhile--"
The Vendéan frowned.
"Meanwhile, what?" said Bertha.