“Yes, I want to know—”
“What?” said Flore.
“You won’t tell me?” exclaimed Rouget.
“Yes I will, on my honor—”
“Ah! that’s it,” returned Rouget, with a frightened air. “Are you an honest girl?”
“I’ll take my oath—”
“Are you, truly?”
“Don’t you hear me tell you so?”
“Come; are you the same as you were when your uncle brought you here barefooted?”
“A fine question, faith!” cried Flore, blushing.