It was the first time she had ever done anything of which she might not speak: she was ashamed, and yet the secret was so sweet to her.
"I am very happy, Jehan, thank God!" she murmured, with a tremulous breath and a shine in her eyes that the old man's ears and sight were too dull to discern.
"So was _she_" muttered Jehan, as he thrust the eggs into his old patched blue blouse,--"so was she.

And then a stumble--a blow in the lane there--a horse's kick--and all was over.

All over, my pretty one--for ever and ever.".