“He smiled.
“'Yes, that's true. It is so delightful that I am not thinking of anything.'
“She was silent, but at the end of a minute she felt as if she must say something and asked:
“'Are you going to Paris to-morrow?'
“'I do not know,' he replied.
“She was annoyed again.
“'Do you think it is very amusing to walk along without speaking? People talk when they are not stupid.'
“He did not reply. Then, feeling with her woman's instinct that she was going to make him angry, she began to sing a popular air that had harassed our ears and our minds for two years:
“'Je regardais en fair.'
“He murmured: