"Oh, I don't know anything about that. And then, too, all that is quite the same to me, but I should not like Henry for a husband. I know him too well."
"Ah! and what about Jean?"
"Jean, too, I should not like as a husband. That is just what I told him, when, after I had refused Henry, he began again on his own account."
"They go ahead—my grandchildren. Now I can understand how it is that, for the last few days, they have had faces as long as fiddles."
There was a short silence, and then Madame de Bracieux remarked, as though in conclusion:
"I know then, now, what your answer is to my poor old friend Clagny."
"How do you know, though?"
"Because if you will not have either of your cousins, who are, both of them, in their different ways, very taking, it is scarcely probable that you would accept an old friend of your grandmother's."
"But he, too, is very taking!"
"Yes, that's true; but he is sixty years old!"