"Must you? Will you not stay a little longer? It"—wistfully—"is nice to have a guest."
He looked up at her with his blue eyes full of love.
"It is good of you to say so," he said earnestly.
"Ancelles cannot offer much," she said, with a little stately air, "but it offers you a true welcome, monsieur, and one that will never fail you so long as you will stay with us."
"I have never," he said slowly, "had such a true welcome before."
His eyes made her restless.
She crushed the rose leaves in her hand, and scattered them abroad.
He picked them up and kept them.
"Do you never wonder," he said, "how I came to fall into your garden?"
"We are only glad that monsieur so fell, except for the sprained arm," answered the little mistress of Ancelles.