“And I suppose I must take thee back into the ballroom,” said the financier, smiling proudly, “and find thee partners.”
“I don’t want your aid for that, Monsieur; except this quadrille, my list is pretty well filled up.”
“And I hope the partners will be pleasant. Let me know who they are,” he whispered, as they threaded their way into the ball-room.
The girl glanced at her tablet.
“Well, the first on the list is milord somebody, with an unpronounceable English name.”
“Beau cavalier?”
“No; ugly, old too; thirty at least.”
Duplessis felt relieved. He did not wish his daughter to fall in love with an Englishman.
“And the next?”
“The next?” she said hesitatingly, and he observed that a soft blush accompanied the hesitation.