"They are mostly Acadien and historical."
"Do you ever write stories—love stories?"
"Sometimes, mademoiselle."
"Delicious! May I read them?"
"I do not know," and he smiled. "You would probably be too much amused. You would think they were true."
"And are they not?"
"Oh, no, although some have a slight foundation of fact."
Bidiane stared curiously at him, opened her lips, closed them again, set her small white teeth firmly, as if bidding them stand guard over some audacious thought, then at last burst out with it, for she was still excited and animated by her journey, and was bubbling over with delight at being released from the espionage of strangers to whom she could not talk freely. "You have been in love, of course?"
Agapit modestly looked at his boots.