“Oh! how splendidly she rides! what grace! what fearlessness! She is a very pretty woman too!”
“Yes, at a distance! but wait till you see her near to.”
As Thélénie drew near Honorine’s house, she saw that there was someone at the window of the summer-house; instantly she changed her horse’s gait and brought him down to a walk.
“I can see her much better now,” said Agathe; “she has stopped galloping and is coming very slowly.”
“I guess she’s walking her horse so that she can see you better. Just see how she stares at you, mamzelle! wouldn’t you think she wanted to bury her eyes in your face?”
“That is true; she is looking at me so attentively!—I don’t think her so pretty now.”
“There! I knew it! She has a very wicked look, that fine lady has!”
“See; she is turning round to look at me.”
“If I was you, mamzelle, I’d stick out my tongue at her.”
“She is going on at last; I’m glad of that!”