The marchioness decided not to speak to Bijou about M. de Clagny that evening, as she did not want to disturb the young girl's rest.
The following morning, however, she sent for her, and Bijou arrived, gay and lively as usual. She gave a little pout of disappointment when her grandmother informed her that she wished to speak to her about something very serious.
"It concerns one of my greatest friends," began Madame de Bracieux, "and he is also a friend of yours."
"M. de Clagny?" interrupted Bijou.
"Yes, M. de Clagny. You must have seen that he is very fond of you, haven't you?"
"I am very fond of him, too, very fond of him."
"Exactly, but you care for him as though he were your father, or a delightful old uncle, whilst he does not care for you either as though you were his daughter, or niece; in short, you will be very much astonished—"
"Astonished at what?" asked Bijou timidly.
"At—well, he wants to marry you, that's the long and short of it."
"He, too?" murmured the young girl, looking bewildered.