He glanced at her and smiled.
“Hadn’t we better settle the parts we mean to play?”
“What are they?”
“Well, to begin with, we’d better stop this ‘monsieur’ and ‘mademoiselle’ to each other. My name, as you know, is Pascal, and yours is Lucette, and they are neither of them names to be ashamed of. What say you—Lucette?”
“Just as you wish—Pascal,” and she copied his pause and tone, and laughed.
“Good. Now we must be something to each other, because we may be asked. Strangers don’t go riding about together as we have to; and we’re not strangers either.”
“I am beginning to know something of you, at any rate.”
“And an excellent education I hope you find it. Now, what do you say to brother and sister?”
“We might have to quarrel with one another in that case, or at least be discourteous. Is that what you wish—Pascal?”
“That’s an excellent imitation of a sister’s manner—Lucette. But as we don’t want to quarrel, and I am plain burgher and you Madame Burgher, we might be husband and wife.”