"More than you think."
"So am I; I'm afraid of myself."
"That's a sensible remark," said Mme. Des Boys. "Come now, behave."
The home-made cake being approved of, she began giving the recipe. A meal rarely passed without Mme. Des Boys' revealing some culinary mystery.
The carriage drove past the windows, and lunch ended almost without further conversation. Rose had become dreamy. M. Hervart's conclusion was:
"Our affair has made the most terrifying progress in these few seconds."
CHAPTER III
He went on with his meditations in the little wagonette which carried them to Couville station. Rose was sitting opposite; their feet, naturally, came into contact.
M. Des Boys, who owned several farms, stopped to examine the state of the crops. In some of the fields the corn had been beaten down. He got up on the box beside the driver to ask him whether it was the same throughout the whole district. He was very disquieted.