"Yes, of course. Tell me, Rosine, where is she?"
"Who?"
"Mademoiselle Bertha."
"Mademoiselle Bertha?"
"Yes."
"I don't know," said Rosine, with a simplicity which Michel knew to be sincere.
"What! you don't know?" he repeated.
"I suppose she is at Souday."
"You don't know, you only suppose?"
"Bless me--"