Promise me to stay there, sitting still, without moving, without speaking.

You promise me ?" "I promise you." Bettina, as she went on speaking, began to lose a little of her confidence, her voice trembled slightly.

She continued, however, with a gayety that was a little forced: "Monsieur le Cure, I do not blame you for what has happened, yet all this is a little your fault." "My fault!" "Ah! do not speak, not even you.

Yes, I repeat it, your fault.

I am certain that you have spoken well of me to Jean, much too well.