He was astonished, and asked: "Who is he, too?"
Susan answered maliciously: "A new friend of my sister's." Rose blushed, and murmured: "You are very spiteful, Susan; he is no more my friend than yours."
Susan smiled, saying: "Oh! I know all about it."
Rose annoyed, turned her back on them and went away. Du Roy familiarly took the elbow of the young girl left standing beside him, and said in his caressing voice: "Listen, my dear, you believe me to be your friend?"
"Yes, Pretty-boy."
"You have confidence in me?" "Quite."
"You remember what I said to you just now?"
"What about?"
"About your marriage, or rather about the man you are going to marry." "Yes."
"Well, then, you will promise me one thing?"