“I am sure that it is going to be something very brilliant this time,” she told him.
He stared for a minute; and then he understood and laughed aloud.
“I only eat then,” he exclaimed, “mais, Dieu! quels enfants nous sommes ensemble. I must often wonder if you are so happy with me as I am with you? I cannot say why it is, but if you only be there I am content. Tell me, is it at all so for you?”
“I enjoy you,” she answered; “most men are stupid or horrid.”
“When?” he asked anxiously.
“When one is much with them.”
He looked at her with some alarm.
“But are many men much with you?”
Rosina laughed merrily over the trouble in his face.
“You would have been unbearable if you had been of a jealous disposition,” she said, nodding.