“How funny to find you here, Nicolette,” he said somewhat lamely. “And how you have grown,” he added.
“Yes,” she said, “Margaï thought you would say that when——”
“I was coming over with Micheline to-morrow,” he broke in quickly. “It was all arranged.”
Her face lit up with a wonderful expression of relief and of joy.
“Ah!” she exclaimed, “I knew—I knew——”
Bertrand smiled, for she looked so happy.
“What did you know, Nicolette?” he asked.
“Margaï said you would not come to see us, because you were too proud, now that you were an officer of the King’s guard. Time went on, and even father said——”
“But you knew better, eh, little one?”
“I knew,” she said simply, “that you would not turn your back on old friends.”