From the other sort you would get more kisses and less ha'pence," he continued.
"That might be a satisfactory balance-sheet, Monsieur." "Take care, Mademoiselle Rosalie," he rejoined, half seriously, "that you don't miss the ha'pence before you get the kisses." She turned pale in very fear.

What was he going to say?
Was the post-office to be taken from them?
She came straight to the point.
"What have I done wrong, Monsieur?
I've never kept the mail-stage waiting; I've never left the mailbag unlocked; I've never been late in opening the wicket; I've never been careless, and no one's ever complained of a lost letter." The Seigneur saw her agitation, and was sorry for her.

He came to the point as she had done: "We will have you made postmistress--you alone, Rosalie Evanturel.

I've made up my mind to that.

But you'll promise not to get married--eh?
Anyhow, there's no one in the parish for you to marry.