“To-day? Where?”
“In the walnut grove.”
“At what hour?”
“About half-past three.”
“Imbecile! It is impossible!”
“Oh, well,” said Jacques, with a titter, “just as you say, of course.”
This reply exasperated Barrau.
“I tell you it is impossible, and I do not know what should prevent me from punishing you for lying.”
“Lying?” repeated Jacques, with rising indignation.
“Yes, lying; for I met him myself, and thrashed him, at about four o’clock, at Balance Rock.”