“The new fashions are sufficient for her giddy head.”
“M. Gandelu?”
“He has his son’s affairs to look after and there is no one else of any consequence.”
“And how about young Gandelu?”
“Oh! he has yielded to Tantaine’s winning power, and has made it up with Rose, and the turtle doves have taken wing for Florence.”
But the doctor was still dissatisfied. “I am uneasy about the Mussidans,” said he.
“And pray why? De Croisenois has been very well received. I don’t say that Mademoiselle Sabine has exactly jumped into his arms, but she thanks him every evening for the flowers he sends in the morning, and you can’t expect more than that.”
“I wish the Count had not put off the marriage. Why did he do so?”
“It annoys me, too; but we can’t have everything; set your mind at rest.”
By this time the banker had contrived to reassure the doctor.