Since he had begun to pay attention to Bijou, whom, until now, he had scarcely ever noticed, he had felt greatly disturbed. It was all in vain that he had said to himself, over and over again, that Lisette, with her large expressive eyes, her delicate complexion, her dazzlingly white teeth, and her beautiful, elegant figure, was far prettier than Mademoiselle de Courtaix. In spite of all this, Bijou's violet eyes, her curly hair, and tempting lips, haunted him.
Lisette, although she had no idea that her happiness was in danger, felt a sort of uneasiness take possession of her, and a vague sadness come over her. She could not understand why Bernès should answer her question in such a harsh way.
"I shall have to see La Vivandière again because, in order to refuse a seat that was offered me in a box, I was obliged to say that I had promised to go with some of my brother-officers to the theatre."
"Who was it who offered you a place?"
"An old lady whom you do not know—Madame de Bracieux—you are much wiser now, are you not?"
"Madame de Bracieux," she said, feeling sad, without knowing exactly why she should feel so. "She is the grandmother of Mademoiselle de Courtaix."
"How did you know that?" he asked, in surprise.
"Why, just as everyone else knows it in Pont-sur-Loire."
"In the meantime," he said, in an irritated tone, "I shall miss the meet if I don't look out."
"Don't stay," said Lisette regretfully, "enjoy yourself—and I shall see you this evening?"