“The chateau! What do you seek there?”
“Only my friend, M. de St Denys.”
“Your friend!”
She conned his face seriously; then suddenly her own lightened once more.
“Of a truth,” she said, “I would rather be your friend than your lover.”
“Love is much on your lips, mademoiselle.”
“You should say he shows his pretty judgment. But Nicette has the mouth of austerity. Follow her, then. She will have no need to rebuke you, I’ll warrant.”
“There is some contempt in your voice, mademoiselle. Is not that to give yourself a little the lie?”
“How, monsieur?”
“But now you chid me for speaking lightly of this very Nicette.”