"Jump, child!" he said.
And the girl obeyed. The father kissed her tenderly, for the two loved each other very much.
"Do you mean to stay there forever, Fanfar?" was Gudel's next remark.
Fanfar was the person to whom Caillette had addressed her smiles. With a laugh he swung himself down, and hung by his wrists a moment.
"Good boy!" said Gudel. "You mean to keep yourself in practice, I see."
Robeccal, with his hands in his pockets, lounged into the kitchen, and stood watching the preparations for dinner. La Roulante sat as motionless as the Sphynx in the Desert. Gudel said to her, respectfully:
"Are you coming?"
The woman turned her eyes slowly upon him, and then, with a sniff of disdain, called for Robeccal, who heard the stentorian shout, but did not care to be disturbed in his contemplation of the spit on which the fowls were roasting.