"Oh, come, come! Why, from the manner you were speaking to him . . . Look here, Bérangère, will you take your oath on it?"
She started:
"What do you mean? Why should I take an oath to you? I am not accountable to you for my actions."
"In that case, why did you tell me that he was enquiring his way of you? I asked you no question."
"I do as I please," she replied, curtly.
Nevertheless, when we reached the Lodge, she thought better of it and said:
"After all, if it gives you any pleasure, I can swear that I was seeing that gentleman for the first time and that I had never heard of him. I don't even know his name."
We parted.
"One word more," I said. "Did you notice that the man wore glasses?"
"So he did!" she said, with some surprise. "Well, what does that prove?"