"What does that matter? he is not steady, you know—not by any means."
"Ah! I did not know."
"Then, too, I should want my husband to only care for me."
"Well, pretty and fascinating as you are, you can make your mind easy about that."
Bijou stopped suddenly in the middle of the garden-walk.
"Is not that a carriage coming up the drive?" she asked, pointing to the avenue.
"Yes, certainly it is."
"What sort of a carriage? I cannot see anything, I am so short-sighted."
"A phaeton with two horses, and a gentleman I don't know is driving."
"Ah, yes, that's it!" And then, as Jeanne looked at her inquiringly, she added: "It is M. de Clagny—a friend of grandmamma's—the owner of The Norinière."