"But you mean to be—with Julie's money?"
"Oh—ah—yes; and you ought to know, Madame Gordeloup, that I am now the heir to the family estate and title."
"Yes; the poor little baby is dead, in spite of the pills and the powders, the daisies and the buttercups! Poor little baby! I had a baby of my own once, and that died also." Whereupon Madame Gordeloup, putting up her hand to her eyes, wiped away a real tear with the bank-notes which she still held. "And I am to remind Julie that you will be the heir?"
"She will know all about that already."
"But I will tell her. It will be something to say, at any rate,—and that, perhaps, will be the difficulty."
"Just so! I didn't look at it in that light before."
"And am I to propose it to her first?"
"Well; I don't know. Perhaps as you are so clever, it might be as well."
"And at once?"
"Yes, certainly; at once. You see, Madame Gordeloup, there may be so many buzzing about her."