"You do not understand," he said.

"And nor do I, but I must be different from some men.

I do not want to." "Ah, well," she exclaimed brightly, sitting up, "another time! Give me my dress, monsieur le cure." He got up and handed it to her.

"Tell me," he said, "do you like this sort of life ?" She shrugged her white shoulders indifferently.

"Sometimes," she said--"sometimes not.