"He is off!" Croisette cried shrilly.

"He has started for Paris! And bad luck go with him!" And we all flung up our caps and shouted.
But no answer, such as we expected, came from the women folk.

When we picked up our caps, and looked at Catherine, feeling rather foolish, she was staring at us with a white face and great scornful eyes.
"Fools!" she said.

"Fools!" And that was all.

But it was enough to take me aback.