"With her crook."
"Ah! I ask nothing better than to excite some emotion in her tender heart more lively than indifference. Perhaps were she to hate me a little, and consequently beat me, as you have said, she might end by drawing me towards her with her flowery crook."
The young girl laughs.
"Would you follow?"
"Ah, yes—for who knows——?"
He pauses, smiling wistfully.
"Ah, finish—finish! I know 'tis something pretty by the manner in which you smile," she says, laughing.
"Who knows, I would say, but in following her, fairest Belle-bouche—may I call you Belle-bouche?"
"Oh yes, if you please—if you think it suits me."
And she pours the full light of her eyes and smiles upon him, until he looks down, blinded.