“Why, you are in love; nothing more difficult than that to guess, I can swear.”
“I, in love!” exclaimed Landry; “why who has been telling you lies like that?”
“It is not a lie, it is the truth.”
Landry again drew a deep sigh, more laden with despair even than his former one.
“Well, yes!” he said, “it is so, I am in love!”
“Ah! that’s right! you have spoken out at last!” said Thibault, not without a certain quickening of the pulse, for he foresaw a rival in his cousin, “and with whom are you in love?”
“With whom?”
“Yes, I ask you with whom?”
“As to that, Cousin Thibault, you will have to