"Oh! the bad girl!" thought he, childishly exaggerating the matter, "she would make a thief of me." But Miette would thereupon force his share of the stolen fruit into his mouth.

The artifices he employed, such as holding her round the waist, avoiding the fruit trees, and making her run after him when they were near the vines, so as to keep her out of the way of temptation, quickly exhausted his imagination.

At last there was nothing to do but to make her sit down.

And then they again began to experience their former stifling sensations.

The gloomy valley of the Viorne particularly disturbed them.