“The Tournebride, that’s it. Ungrateful wretch! doesn’t that name recall any memories?”
“Yes, it reminds me of a certain fowl that we could not succeed in carving.”
“Indeed! it reminds you of nothing but a fowl! You are not at all romantic to-day.”
“Do you want to dine there?”
“I not only want to, but I insist upon it. It’s rather far away, but the walk will give us an appetite.”
“Besides, we can rest on the way.”
“Oh! since people have built everywhere, there are no nice places to rest.”
They ran along, throwing leaves and grass at each other and plucking an occasional wild flower. At last they reached the sandy soil of the woods, and Virginie sighed again when she saw that the trees had been felled on large tracts, and that building was in progress there also.
“These people seem to have determined on the destruction of Romainville forest!” she said.
“It will grow again, my dear.”