"You are not offended with me, then?"
"Mademoiselle!"
"Batoche, I am delighted to see you."
The old man looked up, and satisfied that the welcome was sincere, said:
"I had walked nearly two miles, thinking of all you had told me, and forgetting everything else. Suddenly I remembered something. I stopped. I reflected. I returned at once and here I am."
Zulma burst out laughing:
"What did you remember, Batoche?"
"That perhaps you might desire to send an answer to the note which I brought. Excuse me, mademoiselle, I was young once. I know what girls are."
And his little grey eyes twinkled.
Zulma laid her hand upon his shoulder, and with a half serious, half jesting caress, replied: