I love it quite as much as you do." "Oh! it is indeed true that I love it! I have already embroidered a Saint George, but it was not so beautiful as this one." "Oh, not so beautiful! How can you say that?
I have seen it, if it is the Saint George on the chasuble which the Abbot Cornille wore last Sunday.

It is a marvellous thing." She blushed with pleasure, but quickly turned the conversation, as she exclaimed: "Hurry and put another stone on the left corner of the sheet, or the wind will carry it away from us again." He made all possible haste, weighed down the linen, which had been in great commotion, like the wings of a great wounded bird trying its best to fly away.

Finding that this time it would probably keep its place, the two young people rose up, and now Angelique went through the narrow, green paths between the pieces of linen, glancing at each one, while he followed her with an equally busy look, as if preoccupied by the possible loss of a dish-towel or an apron.

All this seemed quite natural to them both.

So she continued to chatter away freely and artlessly, as she told of her daily life and explained her tastes.
"For my part, I always wish that everything should be in its place.