"But you will not stay?"
"Oh, no, Agapit—you know me better than that."
Vesper's tone was confident, yet Agapit looked anxiously at him through the gathering gloom. "It would be better for Rose not to see you."
"Agapit—we are not babies."
"No, you are worse,—it is well said that only our Lord loves lovers. No other would have patience."
Vesper held his straight figure a little straighter, and his manner warned the young Acadien to be careful of what he said, but he dashed on, "Words are brave; actions are braver."
"How is Madame de Forêt?" asked Vesper, shortly.
"What do you expect—joyous, riotous health? Reflect only that she has been completely overthrown about her child. I hope that madame, your mother, is well."
"She has not been in such good health for years. She is greatly entertained by Narcisse," and Vesper smiled at some reminiscence.
"It is one of the most charming of nights," said Agapit, insinuatingly. "Toochune would be glad to have a harness on his back. We could fly over the road to Yarmouth. It would be more agreeable than travelling by day."