"Did he mean soon?"
"I think so," said Rousille, "for his manner was very decided, and he was very sure about the step he was going to take."
Suddenly she lowered her voice—"Did you hear that?" she asked.
"No, nothing."
"Something moved in the bakery."
"Look at me, Rousille. Nothing moved," returned Jean.
Obedient, victorious over all fear for love of him, she bent once more towards the window, even began to laugh as she said:
"It is easy to see that you have no fear of anything. Where were you hidden, just now, before I opened the shutter?"
"Among the layers of straw. The wind was as keen as on one of my worst wild-fowl expeditions; it stupefied me, and seeing no light I must have fallen asleep for a while."
"Really? and what woke you?"