“Ah! my dearest dear, on the contrary, I am very happy. But I divined that love of his a long while ago!”
“Really?”
“And yours too!”
“Ah! but I thought that I concealed very carefully, in the depths of my heart, what I felt for him!”
“You will be happy, dear Honorine. And my happiness would be complete, if——”
“If what?”
“Why, I don’t know what the matter is with me! it still seems to me as if Edmond had something on his mind last night.”
“Don’t, for heaven’s sake, create imaginary torments for yourself. What! can it be that it is I who am called upon now to restore mademoiselle’s good spirits! What can you be afraid of?”
“I keep thinking of that wicked woman. She has already caused my poor father’s death, and something, I don’t know what, tells me that she means to injure me still more!”
“Agathe, you are not reasonable. Luckily Edmond’s presence will drive away these black ideas.—Poucette! doesn’t Père Ledrux come to work in the garden to-day?”