Weary of the delights afforded by the well, and unwilling to vex aunt Dide by seeing Miette again on the other side of the wall, Silvere begged the girl to meet him somewhere else.
She required but little pressing; she received the proposal with the willing smile of a frolicsome lass who has no thought of evil.

What made her smile was the idea of outwitting that spy of a Justin.

When the lovers had come to agreement, they discussed at length the choice of a favourable spot.

Silvere proposed the most impossible trysting-places.
He planned regular journeys, and even suggested meeting the young girl at midnight in the barns of the Jas-Meiffren.

Miette, who was much more practical, shrugged her shoulders, declaring she would try to think of some spot.