"It's still possible."
"And you think he'd marry me?"
"There's a chance of it."
"Then you'd recommend me to wait?"
"Why, that depends on yourself. Everybody acts as they feel."
She was silent, unwilling to speak of Jean's proposal, and not knowing how to get a definite answer. Finally she made a last effort.
"You can well understand that I'm sick of not knowing what to expect after all this time. I want a yes or a no. Suppose, uncle, you went and asked Buteau? Do!"
Fouan shrugged his shoulders.
"To begin with, I'll never speak to the skunk again. And then, my girl, how simple you are! Why make a stubborn fool like that say no, who'd always say no afterwards. Leave him free to say yes some day, if it's to his interest."
"To be sure!" concluded Rose, simply, once more the echo of her husband.