"There, that's right!" she said, smiling pleasantly; "like that, it is perfectly lovely!"
The marchioness, her eyes shining with affection, was looking at her.
"What do you think of her? isn't she sweet?" the old lady said to Bertrade, who seemed to be admiring Bijou also.
Madame de Rueille looked at the young tutor, who was standing still in the middle of the room.
"Poor fellow!" she said.
"What, still! Well, decidedly, Monsieur Giraud appears to interest you very much!"
"Very much indeed! I am sorry for people who are sensitive and unhappy; for, you see, I am one of the merry ones myself!"
"Oh!—I don't know about that. You said just now that Jean was acting blind; well, I should say you were acting merry. You are merry, for instance, when anyone is looking at you."
The young wife did not answer, she only pointed towards Bijou.
"She is one of the genuinely merry ones, at any rate, is she not, grandmamma?"