"And you sang in this?"
"No, mademoiselle,—you are too fast again," and he laughed delightedly at her precipitancy. "I sang in one long years ago, when I was young. Afterwards, to save,—for we Acadiens do not waste, you know,—I wore it to drive in. In time it fell to pieces."
"And you liked it so much that you had another made?"
"Exactly, mademoiselle. You have guessed it now," and his tones were triumphant.
Her curiosity on the subject of the coat being satisfied, she returned to Rose, and finally asked a series of questions with regard to her aunt.
Her chatter ceased, however, when they reached the Bay, and, overcome with admiration, she gazed silently at the place where
From shore to shore the shining waters lay,
Beneath the sun, as placid as a cheek.
Emmanuel, discovering that her eyes were full of tears, delicately refrained from further conversation until they reached the corner, when he asked, softly, "To the inn, or to Madame de Forêt's?"
Bidiane started. "To Madame de Forêt's—no, no, to the inn, otherwise my aunt might be offended."