Florette—"This evening my aunt Chaillotte gave me a new skirt and a waist of fine fabric, and she brought me a bunch of roses for me to weave myself a chaplet."
Mylio—"Why should these means of beautifying yourself cause your tears to flow?"
Florette—"Alas! My aunt insists on my looking well because she expects seigneur the abbot at the mill to-morrow—he comes to see me, said she."
Mylio—"The infamous Chaillotte!"
Florette—"My aunt said to me: 'If seigneur the abbot takes a liking to you, you must not repel him. A girl should refuse nothing to a priest.'"
Mylio—"And what did you answer?"
Florette—"That I would obey the holy abbot."
Mylio—"Would you, indeed!"
Florette—"I did not wish to irritate my aunt this evening. A refusal might have angered her. She has suspected nothing, and I have been able to come here."
Mylio—"But to-morrow, when the abbot will come would you consent—"