"And here's a private closet, too," continued Mlle. Fouchette,—"everything! But that sweet little stove! I could cook a course dinner on that!"
"Oh, you could, eh?" inquired Jean. "Then you shall."
"Surely!" said the girl, as if it were settled from the first. "Besides, it is so much more economical for two than one."
"Oh, is it?" he replied, doubtfully.
"Of course, if one lives at expensive restaurants. And in bad weather or when one feels grumpy——"
They looked at the large bedroom and small anteroom, or toilet-room adjoining, which Mlle. Fouchette declared was good enough for a lord, inspected the closets, commented on the excellent condition of the polished floors and newly papered walls, and finally decided that it really was a good deal for the money.
"It could be made a little paradise," said she, enthusiastically.
"Needing the angels," he suggested.
"Possibly; but one can get along very comfortably without them."
"But I wonder why M. de Beauchamp, installed here so comfortably day before yesterday, should be missing to-day. There must be some drawback here——"