"It's very singular what a strange effect that romance has upon me."
"Is it disagreeable?"
"Oh, no; if it were I should not want to be always hearing it, and still it makes me feel rather sad; it makes me sigh; but all the same, Ursule, you will teach it to me, will you not?"
"Yes, mademoiselle; but you promised me—"
"To kiss you. Oh, I'll do that willingly."
Without further asking, Blanche imprinted her cherry lips on Urbain's burning cheek. This time the latter was about to return her kiss, and had already taken the young girl in his arms when Marguerite, in sneezing, just missed falling into the fire, and awoke herself with a start, crying,—
"Dear good patron saint, save me; I see the black man and the sorcerer of Verberie."
"Where is he, dear nurse?" said Blanche, leaving Urbain, who was vexed that he had not sooner finished his singing.
"Where?" said Marguerite, rubbing her eyes; "where is what? What did I say?"
"You said you saw the sorcerer."