"Where is Francine?" said Fanfar, sternly.
La Roulante laughed, and would not reply.
"Speak!" said Fanfar. "I know the whole story. Where is that girl?"
La Roulante knew that Fanfar was not to be trifled with, and after all why should she not now tell? She wanted to be free, that she and Robeccal might go far away.
"Take your hand away, and I will tell you."
"The truth, you understand, and make haste."
"Well, the girl is not far away."
"Alone?"
"I do not know."
"Show me the house."