"I was thinking of you."
"But it was not necessary, in order to do that, to strike your head with your fist. It must have hurt you."
"Adorable woman!" exclaimed the artist, in a passionate tone.
"Mon Dieu! how you frighten me. If I had known I would not have come here at all. I must go away directly."
"Leave me already, queen of my heart! No! do not expect to do that; I would sooner lose my life—"
"Will you stop! what if some one should hear you? they might be passing," said Reine, gazing anxiously about her. "If you knew how frightened I was in coming! I told mamma that I was going to the mill to see my uncle; but that horrid old Lambernier met me just as I entered the woods. What shall I do if he tells that he saw me? This is not the road to the mill. It is to be hoped that he has not followed me! I should be in a pretty plight!"
"You can say that you came to gather berries or nuts, or to hear the nightingale sing; Mother Gobillot will not think anything of it. Who is this Lambernier?"
"You know—the carpenter. You saw him at our house the other day."
"Ah! ah!" said Marillac, with interest, "the one who was turned away from the chateau?"
"Yes, and they did well to do it, too; he is a downright bad man."