She replied:
"Yes, we have said good-bye."
"Well, then it's my turn," he said, kissing her. "Jorancé, it's settled that you're coming with us."
"As far as the Butte-aux-Loups."
"If you go as far as the Butte," said Suzanne to her father, "you may just as well go on to the Old Mill and come back by the high-road."
"That's true. But are you staying behind, Suzanne?"
She decided to see them out of Saint-Élophe. She quickly wrapped a silk scarf round her head:
"Here I am," she said.
The four of them walked off, along the sleeping streets of the little town, and Morestal at once began to comment on his interview with Captain Daspry. A very intelligent man, the captain, who had not failed to see the importance of the Old Mill as a block-house, to use his expression. But, from another point of view, he had given something of a shock to Morestal's opinions on the attitude which a French officer should maintain towards his inferiors.