“Which are the smaller?”
While he was trying to solve this problem, Bettina, all at once, said to him in a low voice:
“Monsieur Jean! Monsieur Jean!”
“Miss Percival?”
“Look at the Cure, he is asleep.”
“Oh! it is my fault.”
“How your fault?” asked Mrs. Scott, also in a low voice.
“Yes; my godfather rises at daybreak, and goes to bed very early; he told me to be sure and prevent his falling asleep; when Madame de Longueval was here he very often had a nap after dinner. You have shown him so much kindness that he has fallen back into his old habits.”
“And he is perfectly right,” said Bettina, “do not make a noise, do not wake him.”
“You are too good, Miss Percival, but the air is getting a little fresh.”