A week passed in this fashion, and the young people had no opportunity of exchanging a single word.

Silvere was in despair; he thought of boldly going to the Rebufats to ask for Miette.
The party-well was a large one, but not very deep.

On either side of the wall the curb formed a large semicircle.

The water was only ten or twelve feet down at the utmost.

This slumbering water reflected the two apertures of the well, two half-moons between which the shadow of the wall cast a black streak.