"And the next?"
"The next?" she said hesitatingly, and he observed that a soft blush accompanied the hesitation.
"Yes, the next. Not English too?"
"Oh, no; the Marquis de Rochebriant."
"Ah! who presented him to thee?"
"Thy friend, petit pere, M. de Braze."
Duplessis again glanced at his daughter's face; it was bent over her bouquet.
"Is he ugly also?"
"Ugly!" exclaimed the girl, indignantly; "why, he is—" she checked herself and turned away her head.
Duplessis became thoughtful. He was glad that he had accompanied his child into the ball-room; he would stay there, and keep watch on her and Rochebriant also.