"Has anybody been worrying you, dear?" he asked, as soon as he had disposed of the coin.
"Nobody," answered the girl, dancing on. "If I am sad, it is about nothing, at all events. Everybody has dark hours—"
"Indeed they have. And Caillette, listen. There are, indeed, people about us,"—and the frog drew up his legs and jumped at least a foot—"this Robeccal will play us a trick some fine day, and your father's wife—well! we will see, we will see. But here they come, and I am sure they have been plotting together."
"Come, Bobichel, do not let us wait until they overtake us," cried Caillette.
"Do you think I shall run away? Now you go on, little girl; after a while I will overtake you. I want to have a little talk with this villain!"
"Don't get into any trouble, papa would be offended."
"Good-bye, then."
Robeccal saw the girl run off toward the village, and a wicked smile gleamed over his face.
"Good," he said, between his teeth, "we shall make you pay for that!"