He was annoyed at this bantering, possessed with the anger of a baffled lover. Then yielding brusquely to a half felt desire for retaliation, a desire to avenge himself, to wound her, he said: "Well, does this sort of life suit you?" She asked with an artless air: "What do you mean?" "Oh, come, don't make game of me. You know well enough what I mean!" "No, I don't, on my word of honor." "Oh, let us stop this comedy! Will you or will you not?" "I do not understand you." "You are not as stupid as all that; besides I told you last night." "Told me what? I have forgotten!" "That I love you." "You?" "Yes." "What nonsense!" "I swear it." "Then prove it." "That is all I ask." "What is?" "To prove it." "Well, do so." "But you did not say so last night." "You did not ask anything." "What absurdity!" "And besides it is not to me to whom you should make your proposition." "To whom, then?" "Why, to mamma, of course." He burst into laughter. "To your mother. No, that is too much!" She had suddenly become very grave, and looking him straight in the eyes, said: "Listen, Muscade, if you really love me enough to marry me, speak to mamma first, and I will answer you afterward." He thought she was still making sport of him, and angrily replied: "Mam'zelle, you must be taking me for somebody else." She kept looking at him with her soft, clear eyes. She hesitated and then said: "I don't understand you at all." Then he answered quickly with somewhat of ill nature in his voice: "Come now, Yvette, let us cease this absurd comedy, which has already lasted too long. You are playing the part of a simple little girl, and the role does not fit you at all, believe me. You know perfectly well that there can be no question of marriage between us, but merely of love. I have told you that I love you. It is the truth. I repeat, I love you. Don't pretend any longer not to understand me, and don't treat me as if I were a fool." They were face to face, treading water, merely moving their hands a little, to steady themselves. She was still for a moment, as if she could not make out the meaning of his words, then she suddenly blushed up to the roots of her hair. Her whole face grew purple from her neck to her ears, which became almost violet, and without answering a word she fled toward the shore, swimming with all her strength with hasty strokes. He could not keep up with her and panted with fatigue as he followed. He saw her leave the water, pick up her cloak, and go to her dressing-room without looking back. It took him a long time to dress, very much perplexed as to what he ought to do, puzzled over what he should say to her, and wondering whether he ought to excuse himself or persevere. When he was ready, she had gone away all alone. He went back slowly, anxious and disturbed.