"Yes, agreed; but then it was M. de Clagny who should have offered a seat in his own carriage."
"He never thought of it—"
"Or else he did not care to? And you obliged him to do it whether he would or not?"
"Rubbish! he adores M. de Bernès. The other day he spent half an hour singing his praises to me in every key."
"Ah! that is probably what made you so pleasant to him?"
"Was I so pleasant?"
"Certainly! As a rule you don't pay the slightest attention to him, but yesterday you had no eyes for anyone but him."
"I did not notice that myself."
"Really? Well, you were the only one who did not, then! You went on to such a degree that I wondered if it were not simply for the sake of tormenting me that you were acting in that way!"
Bijou gazed straight at M. de Rueille with her beautiful, luminous eyes.