"Mamzelle, mamzelle, listen to me! He is a good man, and he loves you well. Without him you will pine a——"
"Pine, Jeannette? Pine?" Suddenly she caught the old servant's wrists between her small, hot hands. "Jeannette," she whispered passionately, "never speak so again! Do you hear? I pine—I! Am I sad, Jeannette? Answer me! Are my spirits low?"
"N—no, mamzelle."
"Do I not work and read and play as always?"
"Y—yes, mamzelle."
"Do I ever droop?"
"No——"
"Or sigh?"
"No——"
"Or weep?"