It is enough to frighten one."
"Besides, boys do not have their hair powdered, and he is still a boy."
"A boy? My stars! what a brat Boys? Why he would eat them for his
breakfast; he's a regular ogre. But where does the hulking dog spring
from? I suppose M. le Chevalier brought him here from behind some
plough. What is his name again? . . . You did tell me his name, didn't
you?"
"Yes, inquisitive; I told you he is called Bernard."
"Bernard! And nothing else?"
"Nothing, for the present. What are you looking at?"
"He is sleeping like a dormouse. Look at the booby. I was wondering
whether he resembled M. le Chevalier. Perhaps it was a momentary
error--a fit of forgetfulness with some milk-maid."
"Come, come, Leblanc; you are going too far . . ."
"Goodness gracious, mademoiselle, has not M. le Chevalier been young
like any other man? And that does not prevent virtue coming on with
years, does it?"
"Doubtless your own experience has shown you that this is possible. But
listen: don't take upon yourself to make fun of this young man. It is
possible that you have guessed right; but my father requires him to be
treated as one of the family."
"Well, well; that must be pleasant for you, mademoiselle. As for myself,
what does it matter to me? I have nothing to do with the gentleman."
"Ah, if you were thirty years younger."
"But did your father consult you, mademoiselle, before planting yon
great brigand in your room?"
"Why ask such a question? Is there anywhere in the world a better father
than mine?"
"But you are very good also.
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