Blanchette did not speak, but nodded her head emphatically.
"Why do you think so, Blanchette?"
"What a question!" exclaimed Blanchette, with indignation. "The young Apollo wishes an enumeration of his virtues, evidently. Well, he shall not have it from me. I have given you my opinion, have I not? As for reasons, I will merely say, as other women do: because. Is that sufficient?"
"It must be, since you say so; and I thank you more than I can tell. And now I must leave you, I fear. There is work to do at the place--especially since the fire. We are making a new start, you know. Good-bye, Blanchette, I am glad that you were here."
"Must you go, Jean?"
"Yes. The sun is rising high, as you see. Au revoir, Blanchette."
"Wait a moment, Jean. Do not return by the path. Take the road, rather."
"Why then? It is much shorter by the path, and I must hasten. Good-bye again."
"Jean!"
"What is it, Blanchette?"