"Oh, well, just as any Frenchwoman would have acted under the circumstances, I suppose. You know they're apt to make a scene whether there's any excuse for it or not."
"But did she cry, or scold, or threaten, or swear, or coax, or what?"
"Why, a little of all, I think; a good deal of all, indeed, I might say. She tired us out, I know."
"But did she seem frightened? How did she take it? What was the first thing she said when she saw the officer?"
"Upon my word, I have forgotten what she said. I heard Jay's voice in the cabin, and I was thinking more about him, I suppose."
"But what excuse did she make for herself? How did she put it?"
"Oh, a woman never has any trouble to find excuses. She seemed to have plenty."
"But what possessed you to be so soft-hearted as to let her go?"
"What did I want of her? I was only too happy that she should go, the further off the better."
"I must say I think you were ridiculously weak."