"Oh, no! you haven't displeased me. I even think that you look better without a cap, but it's not allowable to love a man."
"Why not, when that man wishes to become your husband?"
"Marguerite says that all men are deceivers and then, O heavens! the devil also takes the form of a man, and presented himself thus to the sorcerer of Verberie. O mon Dieu, if you should be the devil!"
"O Blanche, what a thought!"
"But no, you look too sweet—you're not all black, and you haven't any claws."
"My name is Urbain Dorgeville. My parents were honest and respected. I am an orphan. I haven't much fortune, but when one loves truly is it necessary to have much in order to be happy? Dear Blanche, will you forgive me?"
"He calls me his dear Blanche, how funny that is! And if I don't forgive you, what will happen?"
"You will reduce me to despair and nothing will remain for me but to die."
"Oh, I don't wish that you should die," cried the amiable child, "and I will forgive you, for I should be very vexed if I caused you any grief."
"Can it be," said Urbain, rising and running towards Blanche. The young girl made a movement of fear, then, recovering herself, she smiled, and signed to Urbain to seat himself near her. The happy bachelor placed his chair close up to that of Blanche and very gently took one of her hands, which the ingenuous child allowed him to retain.