"Yes," said the farmer after a while, "what was it about now? oh! this evening——."
"Yesterday evening;" thought Adèle, "he is making a mistake."
"This evening," the farmer went on, "you will carry my boots to the shoemaker's."
"All right, Sir," answered Jacques.
The young lady could not restrain a sigh of relief.
Jacques looked at her and winked—a most rude thing to do—but then Jacques did not know better.
Quoth Mr. Rougeant, his eyes fixed on the grate: "You will tell him to be as quick as he can about mending them; I mean to walk in a few days."
"All right, Sir."
"I don't want anything expensive; in fact, I want him to mend them as cheaply as he possibly can. But, you understand, I want him to repair them well."
"A good job costs money," Jacques ventured to interpose.