"But you are enjoying yourself when you are out shooting; that's quite different. I know very well that if I could, I should send M. Sylvestre back always in the carriage."
"If you like, we can drive him back to-day," said M. de Clagny.
"I should just think I should like to! You are very good to offer me that, because, you know, he is not very, very handsome—my professor—and he will not be any ornament on your coach!"
"Do you think I care anything about that? I am not snobbish, Bijou; not the least bit snobbish."
"But he isn't bad-looking, this fellow," said Jean de Blaye. "He has very fine eyes; they are wonderfully limpid and soft."
"I never noticed that," answered Bijou, laughing; "but even if they are, they could not be seen very well on the top of a coach. And he is very queerly dressed; he wears clothes that are too small, and which cling to him; and then long hair that is very lank; he looks rather like a drowned rat."
A domestic appeared at this instant to announce that M. Sylvestre had arrived.
"Have you told Josephine?" asked Madame Bracieux.
"Yes, Josephine is there, madame," replied the servant.
Jeanne Dubuisson rose, but Bijou stopped her.