“Because we ought perhaps to have told you sooner what we are going to tell you.”
“Listen, my children,” said Dagobert sententiously, after reflecting a moment on this case of conscience; “one of two things must be. Either you were right, or else you were wrong, to hide this from me. If you were right, very well; if you were wrong, it is done: so let’s say no more about it. Go on—I am all attention.”
Completely reassured by this luminous decision, Rose resumed, while she exchanged a smile with her sister.
“Only think, Dagobert; for two successive nights we have had a visitor.”
“A visitor!” cried the soldier, drawing himself up suddenly in his chair.
“Yes, a charming visitor—he is so very fair.”
“Fair—the devil!” cried Dagobert, with a start.
“Yes, fair—and with blue eyes,” added Blanche.
“Blue eyes—blue devils!” and Dagobert again bounded on his seat.
“Yes, blue eyes—as long as that,” resumed Rose, placing the tip of one forefinger about the middle of the other.