"Oh! hang my complexion!" and turning away, he left young La Balue planted there in the middle of the drawing-room, and went off himself to Jean de Blaye, who, with a melancholy expression on his face, was standing at some distance off, watching Bijou through the intricacies of a dance, for which six partners had all tried to claim her.
When M. de Clagny approached Denyse, and bowed to her ceremoniously, she said at once, without even returning his bow:
"Grandmamma has told me that you are going away. I am sure that it is because of me?"
He nodded assent, and she put her little hand through his arm, and moved in the direction of another room, which was almost empty.
"Please," she began, in a beseeching tone, "please, do not go away."
"And I, in my turn," he answered, deeply moved, "must say, please, Bijou, do not ask what is impossible. I have not been able to be with you without getting as foolish as all the others. I have let myself go on dreaming, just as fools dream, and now that all is over, I must try to become wise again, and to forget my dream, and in order to do that I must go away, very far away, too."
"You thought that—that I should say yes?" she asked.
"Well, you were so good to me, so sweet and confiding always, that I did hope—yes, God help me—I did hope—that perhaps you would let me go on loving you."
"And so it was my fault that you hoped that?" she said dreamily.
"It wasn't your fault—it was mine; one always does hope what one wants."