"No; I am sure that he is in love with you—and very much so!—and what about you?"
"What about me?"
"You—you don't care for him?"
"No, not in the way you mean, at least. He is my cousin; I like him just as one does like a nice cousin, whom one knows too well to care for in any other way."
"It's a pity."
"Why?"
"Because it seems to me that you would be happy with him."
Bijou shook her head.
"I don't think so; I must have a husband more steady than Jean."
"More steady? but he must be thirty-four or thirty-five—M. de Blaye."