"And if that were only all!"
"What! Is there still more? Have you, perchance, anything to blame our master for?"
"Him? He is the best man in all the world. I'm quite sure of that. Mother told me so."
"Or Madam Lebrenn?"
"The dear, good woman! She reminds me of my own mother with her sweet temper."
"Or mademoiselle?"
"Oh! As to her, Jeanike, we may say of her in the words of the Song of the Poor:[3]
"Your mistress is handsome and brimful of kindness;
As lovely her face, yet her deeds with it vie,
And her looks and her kindness have won all our hearts."
"Oh, Gildas! How I do love to hear those songs of our country. That particular one seems to have been composed expressly for Mademoiselle Velleda, and I—"