“Well, come here to-morrow—about four o’clock. I shall be here.”
“If you will be here, it goes without saying that I shall come,” said Isabelle.
“You must tell your fair young friend, whose cheeks have been so pale: ‘You must go out and get some fresh country air. You have been shut up too long.’”
“I will tell my fair friend that she must go and get the fresh air, etc.,” repeated Isabelle.
“And we shall take her to the oakwood.”
“To the oakwood we shall take her.”
“At a sign from me you will leave her.”
“Is this a song?”
“We shall leave her alone. And if you should see or understand anything, you swear you will keep it secret?”
“But I don’t understand!”