"Why, what's up with you?" asked Jean, without even looking at Bijou; "the costume's right enough!"
"Besides," remarked Bijou tranquilly, "there are only three persons who have any right to trouble themselves about my costumes—grandmamma, I myself, or my husband."
"Yes, if you had one!"
"Certainly; well, I shall be having one!"
Jean de Blaye shrugged his shoulders incredulously, and Bijou continued:
"I assure you it is quite true! I am going to be married."
"To whom?" asked M. de Rueille uneasily.
"Oh, yes, what a good joke!" remarked Pierrot.
"Whom are you going to marry?" asked Henry de Bracieux. "Tell us!"
M. de Clagny had just entered the room, and putting her arm through his, she said, in a mischievous way, to the others: