We met again in the harness-room in the evening, as before.
"Ah! it is you, Celestine! "
" Why don't you speak to me any more? You seem to shun me."
"Shun you? I? Oh! heavens!"
' ' Yes, since that famous morning. ' '
" Don't talk of that, Celestine; you have too bad ideas."
And he sadly wagged his head.
" Come, Joseph, you know that I do that for fun. Would I love you, if you had committed such a crime? My little Joseph " . . .
"Yes, yes. You are trying to wheedle me. It is not well."
' ' And when are we to start ? I cannot live here any longer. ' '
"Not directly. We must wait awhile."
"Because . . . that cannot be done at once."
A little piqued, I said in a tone of slight anger :
"It is not nice of you. You evidently are in no hurry for me."
" I? " cried Joseph, with ardent grimaces. ' ' Why, I am crazy over you. ' '
"Well, then, let us start."
But he was obstinate, refusing .o explain further.
"No, no; that cannot be d