"I am an angel, am I not? that's settled."
"You are joking; but it is quite, quite true."
"Tell me, won't it make you miserable to be away from your fiancé all this week, which you are going to spend with me?"
"No; besides he will come with papa to see me if your grandmamma will allow him to, and then he is going to Paris for a few days."
"And here I am walking you about, like the thoughtless creature that I am, forgetting that the unhappy young man is sure to be wretched without you. Let us go in; shall we?"
"Yes, I am quite willing."
A bright gleam suddenly came into Bijou's eyes, shaded as they were by their long lashes, and then, putting on an indifferent air, she said to her friend:
"Tell me what little incident could possibly have given you the extraordinary idea that Jean de Blaye cares for me?"
"The way he looked at you all through luncheon, and then, too, his annoyance when we were all out on the steps this morning watching for you, and he saw you coming with young Jonzac and his tutor."
"You have too much imagination."