"Shall we have supper now?"
"Angele—"
"I will bring a light in here, Maman, and then when Jean is back we will go in to supper."
"He—is—such—a—child,—Angele."
"And never on time, Maman!"
The woman caught the girl's fingers between her own.
"Answer me, Angele. Answer me!"
The girl looked down in surprise.
"But what, Maman?"
The woman's breath came quickly.