“What else could there be, mademoiselle? I am not très-jolie—ver’ beautiful—but also I am not so hideous. I do not know.”
Maude shifted the subject because she was not ready to speak about the thing which would be troublesome more than manners and customs.
“Has he asked you to go to America with him?”
“No, mademoiselle. We have not speak of that.”
“But you would go? You would leave your France and your people and go to a strange land?”
“I theenk, mademoiselle, that I would leave the worl’ for Monsieur Ware.”
“As his wife?”
“As to that, I do not care. If he wish, then ver’ well. If he do not wish, then ver’ well, also. The marriage—makes nothing to us. It is only the love.... But you, mademoiselle, you make of marriage the necessity.”
“I would not marry him—I do not think I would marry him.”
“You would love him—as I do?”