She hung her head.

He then asked her whether she had ever thought of marrying.

She replied, smilingly, that it was wrong of him to make fun of her.
"Oh! no, I am in earnest," he said, and put his left arm around her waist while they sauntered along.

The air was soft, the stars were bright, and the huge load of hay oscillated in front of them, drawn by four horses whose ponderous hoofs raised clouds of dust.
Without a word from their driver they turned to the right.

He kissed her again and she went home.