He kissed her soft hair, and drew her closer and closer to him, until at last she opened her eyes, and looked up at him with her pretty, innocent expression; and then, as though she were going to sleep again, she murmured, as she laid her head confidingly against him:
"Ah, you are so nice to me; and I am so happy like this! I should like to stay here always!"
XIV.
"Come in!" called out Bijou.
She was standing in front of the glass, brushing her hair leisurely. The more she brushed, the more her hair curled, and scented the atmosphere at the same time with a delicate perfume.
"The Count de Clagny has come, mademoiselle, to ask how you are?" said the maid.
"How I am?"
"After the accident yesterday."