And this charming girl," he went on, turning to Cristel, "has she been trying the virtues of the spring by your advice?
She won't listen to me, or I should have recommended it long since.

See me set the example." He took a silver mug from his pocket, and descended the few steps that led to the spring.

Allowing for the dreadful deaf monotony in his voice, no man could have been more innocently joyous and agreeable.

While he was taking his morning draught, I appealed to Cristel's better sense.
"Is this the hypocrite, who is deceiving me for his own wicked ends ?" I asked.

"Does he look like the jealous monster who is plotting my destruction, and who will succeed if I am fool enough to accept his invitation ?" Poor dear, she was as obstinate as ever! "Think over what I have said to you--think, for your own sake," was her only reply.
"And a little for _your_ sake ?" I ventured to add.
She ran away from me, taking the path which would lead her home again.
The deaf man and I were left together.