“I am not laughing at your trouble, Landry, but at your thinking that you can hide the cause of it from me, when it is as easy as anything to guess what it is.”
“Guess then.”
“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?”