“And when are you going to be married?”
“Very soon, my dear; in three or four months, perhaps.”
“Three or four months! What are you waiting for? If I were that fellow Paul I should not be able to keep my hands off you.”
“He is a very good fellow,” said Manon, “and very patient.”
“Patient! A man ought not to be patient. Talking of bad men, have you heard the news about Bibi?”
Manon’s face hardened.
“No. What is it?”
“He’s blind—stone blind. They had to cut out one eye, and the other got affected. A man like that quarrels once too often; those English soldiers cut him to pieces.”
Manon paused on the stairs.
“Be careful; they are rather steep. Did they ever catch those Tommies?”