"Tssh!" cried Sabine, "we are being irreligious."
"I don't see anything irreligious in saying that God is like you. I am sure
He is flattered."
"Will you be silent!" said Sabine, half laughing, half angry. She was beginning to be afraid that God would be scandalized. She quickly turned the conversation.
"Besides," she said, "it is the only time in the week when one can enjoy the garden in peace."
"Yes," said Christophe. "They are gone." They looked at each other.
"How silent it is," muttered Sabine. "We are not used to it. One hardly knows where one is…."
"Oh!" cried Christophe suddenly and angrily.
"There are days when I would like to strangle her!" There was no need to ask of whom he was speaking.
"And the others?" asked Sabine gaily.
"True," said Christophe, a little abashed. "There is Rosa."