Even the jackdaws were silent.
I had almost fallen asleep, watching my cloud grow longer and longer, and thinner and thinner, when Croisette, who cared for heat no more than a lizard, spoke up sharply, "Mademoiselle," he said, "why are you watching the Cahors road ?" I had not noticed that she was doing so.

But something in the keenness of Croisette's tone, taken perhaps with the fact that Catherine did not at once answer him, aroused me; and I turned to her.

And lo! she was blushing in the most heavenly way, and her eyes were full of tears, and she looked at us adorably.

And we all three sat up on our elbows, like three puppy dogs, and looked at her.

And there was a long silence.
And then she said quite simply to us, "Boys, I am going to be married to M.de Pavannes." I fell flat on my back and spread out my arms.