"No, from Saint Jean. The water is grand, and jolly cold. On the other side of Le Perrier there are inundations on both sides of the road."
"You have been calling at the farms, I suppose. Did you stop at La Seulière?"
"You do not know me one bit; do you think I should go against...."
He was about to say "against the intrigues of Mathurin, who has returned to his former infatuation," but he stopped short.
So happy herself that she did not notice his reticence, she resumed:
"To the Levrelles? No? Then to the mill of Moque-Souris, where there is that pretty little Marie Dieu-donnée, the prettiest miller's daughter between here and Beauvoir?"
"Still wrong."
Trying to be grave, but without succeeding in hiding the joy that pervaded her whole soul, she resumed:
"You see, I want you so much to marry, André. And such a dear boy as you are, I think it would be easy. Indeed, you have no idea how greatly I wish it!"
André's face grew careworn again as before, and he said: