Denyse was just putting a pearl pin into her white cravat. The point broke with a little sharp click.
"Oh!" exclaimed Jeanne, "what a pity!"
"It doesn't matter," answered Bijou, "for it was not up to much. If I win my bet with M. de Bernès, I will let him give me a strong pin," and then, with a laugh, she added: "and not an expensive one, so that it will not seem like a present."
"You have made a bet with M. de Bernès?"
"Yes."
"And you have to choose your present?"
"Yes. Is there any harm in it?"
"Harm? No! but it is odd."
"Well! you are like grandmamma. She was scandalised, grandmamma was."
"Well, it is odd, you know! And what have you been betting—you and M. de Bernès?"