"She will not go!" said one man.
"She will! There is time enough yet!" said another.
"He detains her purposely, so that she may not go."
"He does, for she is beautiful. Her smile is as charming as her song."
"He is a daring boy," said some third man near Darvid's other ear. "Look, look, how he talks her down purposely—poor woman, she will go back to the city beaten."
"But no! That would be an impoliteness on his part."
"Who is this handsome young man with golden hair?" asked some woman.
"Young Darvid. The son of the great financier. How young! He is a child."
"A man with millions ripens quickly, like a peach in sunlight."
"What language are they speaking? I cannot hear, but it is not
French."