"About what?"
"Why, about what you told me as regards M. de Clagny."
"Ah!" said the marchioness, rather annoyed at a subject being brought up again, which she had thought over and done with.
Rather selfish, like nearly all elderly people, it seemed to her utterly useless to trouble about matters which were painful or sad, except just to settle them off once for all.
"I have been thinking," continued Bijou. "And then, too, I saw M. de Clagny last night at the ball—"
"Well, and what is the result of all this thinking and of this interview?" asked the marchioness, rather anxiously.
"The result is that I have changed my mind."
"What do you say?"
"I say that, with your permission, I will marry M. de Clagny."
"Nonsense! you won't do anything of the kind."