Alone in the midst of topsy-turvy Coqueville Delphin preserved the laughter of a love-sick boy who scorned the rest provided Margot was for him. He followed her zigzags as one follows hares. Very wise despite his simple look he wan­ted the cure to marr y them so that his bliss might last forever.
One evening in a byway where he was watching for her Margot at last raised her hand. But she stopped all red; for without waiting for the slap he had seized the hand that th­reatened him and kissed it furiously. As she trembled he said to her in a low voice: "I love you. Won't you have me?"