"You complain rather early, methinks," replied Hector, with a smile; "have you indeed much fault to find with the world?"
"That is our secret, fair sportsman," answered Amaranthe; "but it seems you also live retired—an eremite forlorn."
"I? fair Amaranthe? I have done nothing but dream of the delights of a shepherd's life—though I confess I had given up all hopes of seeing a good-looking shepherdess—but now I shall go back more happily than ever to my day-dreams. Ah! why can't I help you to guard your flock?"
The two young girls did not know what to say to this proposition.
Daphnè at last replied—
"Our flock is very small—and quite ill enough attended to as it is."
"What joy for me to become Daphnis—to sing to you, and gather roses, and twine them in your hair!"
"Let us say no more," interrupted Amaranthe, a little disquieted at the sudden ardour of Daphnis; "the sun is going down: we must return to the park. Adieu," she added, rising to go away.
"Adieu, Daphnis!" murmured the tender Daphnè, confused and blushing.
Hector did not dare to follow them. He stood for a quarter of an hour with his eyes fixed first on them, and then on the door of the park. His heart beat violently, his whole soul pursued the steps of the shepherdesses.
"'Adieu, Daphnis,' the lovely Daphnè said to me. I hear her sweet voice still! How beautiful she is! how beautiful they are, both—Amaranthe is more graceful, but Daphnè is more winning—bright eyes—white hands! sweet smiles! and the delicious dress, so simple, yet so captivating! the white corset that I could not venture to look at—the gown of silk that couldn't hide the points of the charming little feet. 'Tis witchery—enchantment—Venus and Diana—I shall inevitably go mad. Ah, cousin! you ought to have come long ago, and all this might never have occurred."