"And you must promise not to tell Mr. Morelle."
"It depends," hesitated the girl, and then, "I promise."
"Mademoiselle," said François a little huskily, "I have a little
sister so big as you in Switzerland. Her name is Freda, and,
Mademoiselle, when I see you here, I think of her, and I say, I will
speak to this good young lady. Mademoiselle, I do not like to see
you here!" He said this dramatically.