“One might almost believe that you are not a hussar, but an officer of the Imperial Police,” she said.
“‘ACROSS THAT MEADOW,’ SAID THE YOUNG GIRL”
“If you think that,” said I, “you should answer my question the sooner—unless you come from La Trappe. Do you?”
“Sometimes.”
“Oh! And what do you do at the Château de la Trappe?”
“I tend poultry—sometimes,” she replied.
“And at other times?”