"Yes, my friend."
"And you won't tell me what it is? Perhaps I could help you."
"No, you couldn't help me; and it's better that I shouldn't tell you now what I am trying to do; but you shall know some day; yes, I promise you that some day you shall know everything; and you won't blame me, Colinet; on the contrary, I am sure that you will approve of what I have done."
"Oh! Mamzelle Georgette, I shan't blame you; for I know you, I do, and I know that you ain't capable of doing anything wrong. But, dear me! your head's a little—what do they call it down home?—a little solid; and when you've made up your mind to do something, why, you've got to do it."
"Mayn't one have a strong will, as long as it doesn't lead one to do wrong?"
"Yes, yes! Oh! you can have anything; but you used to thou me, and now I'm sorry to find that you've stopped doing it."
Georgette blushed as she replied:
"That is true, Colinet; but it ought not to hurt your feelings—far from it—for I don't like you any the less on that account. But it seems to me that I ought not to speak to you so familiarly as I used to when we were children."
"If you like me just as much, I ought not to complain; but I love you more and more every day, Georgette."
"Oh! so much the better! that's just what I want! Above all things, don't you ever change; for I count on your love, Colinet!"