"I have no idea, grandmamma," she answered innocently, the wondering look still on her face.
"Don't you see how cross they are?" continued the marchioness.
"Yes, I can see that they are cross, but I do not know what it's all about; if it is on account of the play, why, we won't have it! I don't want to worry everyone with it, just because I like it; but I do like it immensely."
Just at this moment M. de Rueille called out:
"Well, are we going to work at this, yes or no? I have had enough of sitting waiting here like an imbecile."
"Where are we?" asked Jean, in a way which meant, "As there's no getting out of it, let us start at once."
"We've told you where we are—" answered Rueille, "we've told you twice."
Bijou interposed, explaining in a conciliatory tone:
"It is where the poet has to answer Venus."
"Ah, yes! exactly, I remember! She has accused him of all sorts of things, and you want him to defend himself—"