"Something very short; but I should prefer no one else hearing."
"Shall we go into your room, then, or into mine?"
"Into yours, as we are so near it."
Bijou opened the door, and, when Blaye was inside, she said:
"Wait a minute. Don't move, or I shall knock against you. I will light—"
"Oh, it isn't worth getting a light," he said, catching hold of her arm to stop her. "I can say what I have to without that. Besides, it won't take long. I want to tell you, Bijou, my dear, that what you did, you know, just now—"
She appeared to be trying to remember.
"Just now? Whatever was it I did?"
"Well, in a very nice way—oh! in a very nice way, indeed, you know—you kissed me, but you are too grown-up to do that now when there are people there."
"And when there isn't anyone there?" she asked, laughing, "may I then—tell me?"