“Hurt?” She seemed vaguely surprised. “What should hurt, monsieur?” She did not know what had happened to her.
“May I kiss you?” he asked.
“But yes. Is it not that I am to be your wife? I wish you to kiss me.”
“Do you love me very much, mignonne?”
“Oh, very much.... We shall be very happy, monsieur, in this America of the North. I am too little to be married now, is it not? But it will not be long.... My grandmother says I grow very fast.”
“I have seen it myself.”
She sighed. “I am glad. I had fear that you might grow tired of waiting....”
“I would wait for you forever, mignonne.”
Again she smiled. “I shall sing for monsieur. One should stand up to sing ... but grandmother says I must not stand up to-day.”
“Will it harm her?” Kendall asked, quickly, of the nurse.