“And I—Agathe, my beloved Agathe!”
“Oh! monsieur, my dear friend didn’t sanction the ‘beloved’!”
“But she didn’t forbid it, mademoiselle!”
“Well, well! now he’s calling me ‘mademoiselle’ again!”
“You called me ‘monsieur.’”
“Hush, child!” cried Honorine; “someone knocked at the garden gate.”
“I didn’t hear anything,” said Agathe.
“I am certain that there’s someone there; and see, Ami is running in that direction, and he doesn’t make mistakes.”
“Who can come so late?”
“Late! why, it isn’t nine o’clock.”