"You will see her; she is very pleasant, and they say she is very intelligent; for my part, I have not discovered that." And then, as M. de Clagny smiled, she added quickly: "Because I only know her very slightly."
"Well, and after the Tourvilles, who next?"
"M. de Bernès."
"Young Hubert, the dragoon?"
"He himself."
"He is the son of good friends of mine; a downright nice fellow, don't you think so?"
"Don't I think what?"
"That Hubert de Bernès is nice?"
"Oh! I know him so slightly; he has always seemed to me—how shall I express it?—insipid, yes, insipid."
"Because you intimidate him, probably? I can quite understand that, too!"