"You know, last year in Assumption, Calixta?" They belonged to the younger generation, so preferred to speak English.
"Don't come say Assumption to me, M'sieur Alcée. I done yeard Assumption till I'm plumb sick."
"Yes, I know. The idiots! Because you were in Assumption, and I happened to go to Assumption, they must have it that we went together. But it was nice—hein, Calixta?—in Assumption?"
They saw Bobinôt emerge from the hall and stand a moment outside the lighted doorway, peering uneasily and searchingly into the darkness. He did not see them, and went slowly back.
"There is Bobinôt looking for you. You are going to set poor Bobinôt crazy. You 'll marry him some day; hein, Calixta?"
"I don't say no, me," she replied, striving to withdraw her hand, which he held more, firmly for the attempt.
"But come, Calixta; you know you said you would go back to Assumption, just to spite them."
"No, I neva said that, me. You mus' dreamt that."
"Oh, I thought you did. You know I'm going down to the city."
"W'en?"