"Now you must work. You must return to your engine. I will be waiting for you here. Come back tomorrow evening . . ."
But I was not reassured. I remembered the fox.
One runs the risk of weeping a little, if one lets himself be tamed . . .
Chapter 26
Beside the well there was the ruin of an old stone wall.
When I came back from my work, the next evening, I saw from some distance away my little price sitting on top of a wall, with his feet dangling.
And I heard him say: "Then you don't remember. This is not the exact spot."
Another voice must have answered him, for he replied to it: "Yes, yes! It is the right day, but this is not the place."
I continued my walk toward the wall.
At no time did I see or hear anyone.