"And so you are jealous, and jealous of Bijou?"
"Not jealous, oh, dear no! not in the least; but anxious."
"About Bijou?"
Madame de Rueille looked serious as she shook her pretty head.
"No, about Paul."
"You are not afraid of your husband going too far, I suppose?"
"No!"
"Well, what then?"
"I am anxious about his peace of mind, and then, too, I do not care for him to make himself completely ridiculous."