"We will be married, all the same; you will be my wife, won't you, Violette?"
"What a question! when I refuse to be anybody else's!"
"Ah! it is nice of you to say that!"
"But it is growing dark; it is late, Georget; will you help me to close my booth and carry my flowers away? As I have been sick and am not very strong yet, I must not stay out late."
"You are right, you mustn't endanger your health. Give me all the flowers, all the bunches you have left; I will carry them, and this tray and the chair."
"Oh, no! I can carry something myself, Georget."
"Give them all to me, I beg."
"No, monsieur, for then I shall look as if I were lazy."
The two young lovers soon had the booth closed. Then they walked toward Rue de Crussol, Georget never weary of gazing at Violette, and she always smiling at Georget.
"So you have changed your lodging, have you?"