"Ah! the man who is so rich!"
"So rich? Do you think he is so rich? I have not heard a word about that!"
"Oh, yes; he is immensely wealthy—and all his fortune is in land."
Bijou was not listening to this. She had just gathered a daisy, which was growing amongst the grass, bending its little timid head over the garden pathway, and she was now pulling it to pieces in an absent-minded way.
"Well?" asked Jeanne, smiling; "how does he love you?"
Bijou lifted her pretty head in surprise.
"Whom do you mean?"
"The one about whom you were questioning that daisy?"
"I don't know! I was not questioning it about anyone in particular."
"And what did it answer you?"