Poor fellow! She sympathised with him and pitied him.

But it was irresistible; she was happy, and needed to give expression to it; she must yield to the gaiety with which her heart overflowed.

It was such lovely weather, and all life was so beautiful! At last she thought she might speak, wishing simply to say: "Thank you, Monsieur." But the wish to laugh had returned, and made her stammer, interrupting her at each word.

It was a loud, cheery laugh, a sonorous outpouring of pearly notes, which sang sweetly to the crystalline accompaniment of the Chevrotte.
The young man was so disconcerted that he could find nothing to say.

His usually pale face had become very red, the timid, childlike expression of his eyes had changed into a fiery one, like that of an eagle, and he moved away quickly.