"Really, my dear Frédéric, you are mad! to think of living in the woods and making love all day with your little villager!"
"Ah! she's no ordinary woman. If you knew—poor child! But, no, I won't tell you anything; you can't understand my heart. Adieu, Dubourg!"
"You insist upon it? All right, I'll take the cash-box, and leave you. I know what men are, I have had more experience than you have: within a fortnight, you'll have had enough of this kind of life, and you'll come back to us."
"Yes, if Sister Anne will come with me."
"You will come without her, I am perfectly sure. Au revoir! make love at your ease; make it all day and all night; in short, make so much of it, that a fortnight hence you'll have had more than enough."
And Dubourg, having put the wallet in his pocket, hastened down into the valley, where he found Ménard sitting quietly by their horses.
"To horse!" he exclaimed joyfully; "make haste!"
"What's that? to horse? But I don't see monsieur le comte."
"Because he has stayed with his Dulcinea."
"He stays, and we go?"