What if he were to tell them this as a good joke--what a still more odious affront upon her! She quickly returned to her room to watch them through her window-curtains.
Before the house, indeed, she saw the men assembled, but they were simply contemplating the weather, which was becoming worse and worse, and discussed the threatening rain.
"It'll only be a shower.

Let's go in and drink away the time, till it passes." They poked jokes and laughed loudly over Jeannie Caroff and other beauties; but not even one of them looked up at _her_ window.

They were all joyful, except Yann, who said nothing, and remained grave and sad.
He did not go in to drink with them; and without noticing either them or the rain, which had begun to fall, he slowly walked away under the shower, as if absorbed in his thoughts, crossing the market-place towards Ploubazlanec.
Then she forgave him all, and a feeling of hopeless tenderness for him came, instead of the bitter disappointment that previously had filled her heart.

She sat down and held her head between her hands.

What could she do now?
Oh! if he had listened only a moment to her, or if he could come into that room, where they might speak together alone, perhaps all might yet be arranged.