“‘Dear’?” said Vignon, interrupting her.
“Claude is joking,” said Camille, continuing her remarks to Calyste. “He is wrong to do it with you, who know nothing of Parisian ways.”
“I did not know that I was joking,” said Claude Vignon, very gravely.
“Which way did you come?” asked Felicite again. “I have been watching the road to Croisic for the last two hours.”
“Not all the time,” replied Vignon.
“You are too bad to jest in this way.”
“Am I jesting?”
Calyste rose.
“Why should you go so soon? You are certainly at your ease here,” said Vignon.
“Quite the contrary,” replied the angry young Breton, to whom Camille Maupin stretched out a hand, which he took and kissed, dropping a tear upon it, after which he took his leave.