I must go away directly." "Leave me already, queen of my heart! No! do not expect to do that; I would sooner lose my life--" "Will you stop! what if some one should hear you?
they might be passing," said Reine, gazing anxiously about her.

"If you knew how frightened I was in coming! I told mamma that I was going to the mill to see my uncle; but that horrid old Lambernier met me just as I entered the woods.

What shall I do if he tells that he saw me?
This is not the road to the mill.

It is to be hoped that he has not followed me! I should be in a pretty plight!" "You can say that you came to gather berries or nuts, or to hear the nightingale sing; Mother Gobillot will not think anything of it.

Who is this Lambernier ?" "You know--the carpenter.