“The idea of crying for that! Do you think I’ll ever drive you to do what you don’t want to do?”
“Oh, no! you’re so kind to me, aunt!”
“But if you cry, I’ll scold you. You don’t want any of these husbands, so we won’t say any more about it, my child. But, jarni! something’s the matter with you, all the same. A girl don’t sigh all day thinking about flies.”
“Oh, aunt!”
“Tell me what the trouble is, my child.”
“I don’t dare to.”
“I want you to dare to. You’ve got a pain in your heart, that’s sure.”
“Oh! I am very silly! I know that.”
“You, silly! you, the cleverest, the smartest, the shrewdest girl in the world! Anyway, my dear, a body don’t cry because she’s silly. It can’t be you’re in love with anybody, are you?”
Denise heaved a profound sigh, and replied at last, lowering her eyes: