“Luquin, you know that when I wish a thing, I wish it. If you refuse what I ask, I will be the one to say good-bye to you. And I will not come back, either, remember that.”
“Go, go; perhaps you will meet the Bohemian on the way.”
Stephanette did not answer a word, but turned around abruptly and walked away.
Luquin was very brave for a few moments, then his courage failed him, and at last, seeing that the young girl walked with a firm, resolute step, he followed her and called, in a supplicating voice:
“Stephanette!”
The young girl walked faster.
“Stephanette, Stephanette, do be reasonable, you know very well that I love you.”
Stephanette continued to walk.
“A thousand devils! Is it possible for me to ask your pardon for my jealousy, when I have seen that—” Stephanette quickened her step.
“Stephanette, ah, well, come now, in truth you bewitch me. You make me do all that you wish.” Stephanette slackened her step a little.