I stared at him bewilderedly.
"Ze madame an' ze m'sieu she live wiz!" he burst out, desperately. "How call you zem?"
"Granny and Gran'fer—her grandparents!" I exclaimed.
"Bien!... Well zen?"
"I have not told them. I have not told Lessie. I did not know it myself until last night."
"Soit. But ze secret, m'sieu, is zeirs."
"Is not the girl concerned, my good sir?" I demanded.
"Celeste?"
"Celeste!"
"Ze wil' ma'm'selle you call Lessie. I chris'en 'er myself, m'sieu; her name Celeste."