“Mistress Anne Page? She has brown hair, and speaks small, like a woman,” quoted François softly.
“What’s that?”
“It’s Shakespeare. And it’s Anne Page,” he answered smiling.
“And the flowers!
The great sheaf of flowers she’s carrying. They’re English, and ‘sweet-Anne’ too.”
Fontenelle looked amused. “You always pronounced it like that,—as one word!” he said.
“I used to think it was one word. Just a Christian name; a lovely name.”
He joined in his friend’s laugh.
“When did you do this?” he asked after a moment.
“Just before she went.”