"Ah! Monsieur Jean——"
"We will treat ourselves to a good dinner au boulevard. You have been my best friend——"
"Oh, Monsieur Jean!"
"Are my best friend," he added. "I really don't see how I could have gotten on without you."
"Ah! Monsieur Jean!"
"You have saved me hundreds of francs,—you are such a good little manager!"
Nothing up to that moment had ever given Mlle. Fouchette half the pleasure bestowed with this praise. Mlle. Fouchette blushed. Jean saw this blush and laughed. It was so funny to see Mlle. Fouchette blush. This made Mlle. Fouchette blush still deeper. In fact, it seemed as if all the warm blood that had been concealed in Mlle. Fouchette's system so long had taken an upward tendency and now disported itself about her neck and face.
Jean would have kissed her, only she repulsed him angrily; then, seeing his surprise and confusion, she covered her face with her hands and laughed hysterically.
"Mademoiselle——"
"Stop, stop, stop! I knew what you were going to say! It was money again!"