"Nanon, you bore me!"
"Suppose we pray, then!"
"Ma foi!—that would not be very amusing when one is dull and dreary."
"Order out the grey pads and ride."
"M. Beauchatel never allows that, as you know well, Nanon, save when he is with me; and we shall have enough of our horses, I have no doubt, when this odious old count, whom I am to marry, and whom I already hate, and whom I am resolved to tease to death, arrives here."
"I shall retire, mademoiselle."
"You shall not!"
"I fear you find me poor company," urged Nanon, demurely.
"Poor or bad company are better than none——"
"Here in this huge chateau, perhaps; but one would not think so in the midst of a wood."