XIII.
"Then, you really mean that you are going?" asked Bijou sorrowfully, as Jeanne Dubuisson folded her dresses into the tray of a long basket trunk.
"Yes," answered the young girl, absorbed in what she was doing, and without even looking up. "I have been here a long time; it would be taking advantage to stay longer, you know."
"You know very well that it would be nothing of the kind; and it was almost settled that you were to stay until Monday, and then, all at once, you changed your mind. What is the matter?"
"Why, nothing at all. What do you imagine could be the matter?"
"If I knew, I should not ask you. Come, now! what can it be? you don't seem to find things too dull?"
"Oh, Bijou, however could I find things dull?"
"Oh, well, you might; and yet, you see your fiancé almost as much as when you were at Pont-sur-Loire."