“No, it’s the storm coming up! Oh! how black it is! What should we do if the storm should surprise us here? I don’t see any house where we could go for shelter.”
“We will stand under one of these magnificent walnuts.”
“Oh, no! when it lightens, we mustn’t stand under a walnut tree, it’s one of the trees that attract lightning.”
“What! are you afraid, Agathe, you who are always so brave?”
“A storm isn’t very pleasant when you’re in the midst of the fields! Oh! mon Dieu!”
“What is it?”
“I felt a drop of rain, a big drop.”
But they quickened their pace to no purpose: in a moment the storm burst; the rain fell in torrents and forced them to seek shelter under a huge tree whose dense foliage protected them almost entirely from the downpour.
“We are not lucky in our walks!” said Honorine; “I shall not leave our garden any more!”