"I am glad, very glad it was not Rosalie." "Rosalie has more than usual sense for her sex," gruffly but kindly answered the Seigneur, a look of friendliness in his eyes.

"I shall talk to her about her father; I can't trust myself to speak to the man." "Rosalie is down there with Madame Dauphin," said the Notary, pointing.
"Shall I ask her to come ?" The Seigneur nodded.

He was magistrate and magnate, and he was the guarantor of the post-office, and of Rosalie and her father.

His eyes fixed in reverie on Rosalie; he and the Cure passively waited her approach.
She came over, pale and a little anxious, but with a courageous look.
She had a vague sense of trouble, and she feared it might be the little cross, that haunting thing of all these months.
When she came near, the Cure greeted her courteously, and then, taking the Notary by the arm, led him away.
The Seigneur and Rosalie being left alone, the girl said: "You wish to speak with me, Monsieur ?" The Seigneur scrutinised her sharply.

Though her colour came and went, her look was frank and fearless.