I'm sure I gave up everybody and everything for your sake." "Well; and didn't I give up everybody, too.

Haven't I come all the way over here week after week, when people wondered what made me leave Durbelliere so much; and wasn't it all for love of you?
Oh, Annot! Annot!" and even the manly dignity of M.Chapeau succumbed to tears.
"It's no good talking," said she, greatly softened; "for you can't have loved me, and treated me as you did this day, letting me walk all alone from St.Laud, without so much as a word or a look; and that before all the people: and I that went merely to walk back with you.

Oh! I could have died on the roadside to find myself treated in such a way." "And what must I have felt to hear you talking as you did before them all?
Do you think I felt nothing ?" "Talking, Jacques; what talk ?" "Why; saying that you loved Cathelineau better than any one.

That he was the only man you admired; that you dreamed of him always, and I don't know how much more about his eyes and whiskers." "Why now, Jacques; you don't mean to be jealous ?" "Jealous; no I'm not jealous." "Jealous of a man you know I never saw," said Annot, smiling through her tears.
"Jealous.

No, I tell you I'm not jealous; but still, one doesn't like to hear one's mistress talking of another man's eyes, and whiskers, and those sort of things; no man would like it, Annot; though I care about it as little myself as any man." "But don't you know Cathelineau is a saint, Jacques ?" "Oh! but you said saints might marry, and have a lot of children, and so they may." "But I never saw Cathelineau, Jacques," and she put her hand upon his arm.
"And you are not in love with him, Annot ?" "How can I be in love with a man I never put eyes on ?" "And you won't say again, that you'd like to have him for a lover ?" "That was only my little joke, Jacques.