"Pity, pity," he murmurs, "pity, dearest Miss Belle-bouche——"
She pretends not to hear, but, turning away with a blush at that word "dearest," says, with an attempt at a laugh:
"You have not told me why you would wish your Chloe to draw you after her with her crook."
"Because we should pass through the groves——"
"Well."
"And I should wrap her in my cloak, to protect her from the boughs and thorns."
"Would you?"
"Ah, yes! And then we should cross the beautiful meadows and the flowery knolls——"
"Very well, sir."
"And I should gather flowers for her, and kneeling to present them, would approach near enough to kiss her hand——"