“We shall not part like this, my beauty,” said Auguste, dropping his horse’s rein to put his arm about the girl’s waist; “we must at least bid each other adieu——”
“Let me go, monsieur, let me go, I say! You squeeze too hard.”
“Not so hard as I would like to.”
“I say, did it take you like this, all of a sudden, when you got off your horse?”
“It always takes me this way.”
“It’s worse than a clap of thunder.—Look here! are you going to let me go?”
“When I have kissed you.”
“No, none of that.—Look out; while you’re getting excited, your nag’s going off.”
“I can find him again.”
“Look, he’s already trampling down Nicolas’s beans.”