Morise and florette share in silence the emotions of the two brothers.
Have I not, although desperately in love with florette, respected the girl?
My dear florette, I hope you will yet again dance with your village girls beneath the bower of vines you seem to see.
I shall run for florette to the house of the worthy woman where I have concealed her.
That very evening florette became his betrothed bride, and the following Tuesday his wife.
florette is the last victim, reserved to close the ghastly performance.
A girl of fifteen years—florette—is seated at the edge of the stream on the fallen trunk of an old tree.
But how could we hear from him now, florette, any better than before?
Her large and gentle blue eyes, now moistened with a tear, rest upon florette, whom she contemplates with tender interest.
Could it be that this furnished a clew to the whereabouts of florette Leteur?