However, he succeeded in shaming the child out of these thoughts.

What! she so courageous, to dream about such trifles! They ended by laughing.

Then they avoided speaking of it again.

But in melancholy moments, when the cloudy sky saddened the pathway, Miette could not help thinking of that dead one, that unknown Marie, whose tomb had so long facilitated their meetings.

The poor girl's bones were perhaps still lying there.