"Never, never!" cried Jean-Louis. "You are not speaking seriously? The daughter of your old brother-in-arms?"
"Ha!" replied the old fellow, "my old brother-in-arms! Ten years ago I predicted what would be the end of his nonsense."
"This is not the time to wish it now," replied Jeannet. "Let us save them, M. Michou; I can do nothing without you."
"Why not? You have a tongue like me; more than that, you saw and heard all; go to-morrow to Muiceron."
"Impossible," said Jeannet, much embarrassed.
"Impossible? There is something behind that!"
"But was it not you yourself who made me promise not to return to my parents?"
"Most certainly, my child; but the case is urgent, it seems to me, and they should know in time, so as to change their minds before it is too late."
"I will lose my self-control if I meet Isidore face to face."