"Mon Dieu! that's all I ask," cried the student; "and as I told you, my little Gervaise, I rely upon you to put me there."
"You rely upon me."
"Yes."
"Make sport of me, ingrate!"
"I'm not making sport of you, Gervaise. I say that if you had the courage—"
"To do what?"
"Accuse me before the judge."
"Of what?"
"Of having seduced you; but you would never dare."
"What's that? I wouldn't dare," cried Gervaise in an injured tone,—"I wouldn't dare to tell the truth!"