“Then you love me a little?”
“Yes, monsieur.”
That was not bad for a beginning. Still, I was anxious to obtain something besides that everlasting yes, monsieur.—I tried to go about it so as to make her reply less briefly.
“When you first saw me, did you pick me out from the rest, prefer me to other young men?”
Doubtless that question seemed embarrassing to her; it was some time before she answered, but at last I heard a yes, monsieur.
“Had your heart never spoken before you saw me?”
“I don’t know, monsieur.”
“What! do you mean that you have been in love before?”
“Oh! no, monsieur; I don’t know anything about love.”
“Why, you do now, don’t you?”