“She’s wonderfully attractive.”
“She is. But if she doesn’t disentangle her wires and straighten out she’ll burn out.... What’s that ahead? A wolf!”
It was the rest house at the end of the étape––a tiny, distant speck on the snowy plain.
Brisson leaned over and caught Palla’s eye. Both smiled.
“Well,” he said, “for a girl who doesn’t believe in anything, you seem cheerful enough.”
“I am cheerful because I do believe in everything and in everybody.”
Brisson laughed: “You shouldn’t,” he said. “Great mistake. Trust in God and believe nobody––that’s the idea. Then get married and close your eyes and see what God will send you!”
The girl threw back her pretty head and laughed.
“Marriage and priests are of no consequence,” she said, “but I adore little children!”