"Oh, yes, I think that, too, as regards papa; but Madame Spiegel is a stranger to me, as it were, and I do feel that I owe her a little grudge for coming to intrude on the privacy of our home-life, which would have seemed so much happier alone."
"You must say to yourself that she is the mother of your husband, that he loves her, and that you ought to love her for his sake."
"You are quite right. How I wish I were like you, Bijou dear! you are so much better than I am."
"I am an angel, am I not? that's settled."
"You are joking; but it is quite, quite true."
"Tell me, won't it make you miserable to be away from your _fiancé_ all this week, which you are going to spend with me?"
"No; besides he will come with papa to see me if your grandmamma will allow him to, and then he is going to Paris for a few days."
"And here I am walking you about, like the thoughtless creature that I am, forgetting that the unhappy young man is sure to be wretched without you. Let us go in; shall we?"
A bright gleam suddenly came into Bijou's eyes, shaded as they were by their long lashes, and then, putting on an indifferent air, she said to her friend:
"Tell me what little incident could possibly have given you the extraordinary idea that Jean de Blaye cares for me?"
"The way he looked at you all through luncheon, and then, too, his annoyance when we were all out on the steps this morning watching for you, and he saw you coming with young Jonzac and his tutor."
"No; I am sure that he is in love with you--and very much so!--and what about you?"
"No, not in the way you mean, at least. He is my cousin; I like him just as one does like a nice cousin, whom one knows too well to care for in any other way."
"Because it seems to me that you would be happy with him."
"I don't think so; I must have a husband more steady than Jean."
"More steady? but he must be thirty-four or thirty-five--M. de Blaye."
"What does that matter? he is not steady, you know--not by any means."
"Then, too, I should want my husband to only care for me."
"Well, pretty and fascinating as you are, you can make your mind easy about that."
Bijou stopped suddenly in the middle of the garden-walk.
"Is not that a carriage coming up the drive?" she asked, pointing to the avenue.