"Pierrot," said the marchioness, after breakfast, when everyone had assembled in the morning-room, "you did not give me my book yesterday?"
Pierrot, who was talking to Bijou, turned round, somewhat taken aback.
"What book, aunt?"
"Dumas' novel for the curé."
"Ah, yes; I could not think what book you meant!"
"You forgot to do my errand?"
"Not at all! but Pellerin hadn't it."
"Oh, why—he always has everything one wants!"
"Well, he hadn't got that; and, what was better still, he didn't seem to know the book at all!"