"Tell me, Angelique: this chevalier, who was so anxious to have me knocked on the head when I first came here, does he—does he——"
"What, kiss me occasionally? Of course, every one does so sometimes—that is, except you."
"I can soon make amends for this unpardonable omission."
"That will do; one is enough, in that dress especially. Well?"
"Does he love your mistress?"
"He is her cousin. Of course he loves her."
"The devil!"
"But every one does."
"Does she love him?"
"Can you ask me that?" said the Breton girl, turning on me with her black eyes flashing.