It was not the kiss lightly given the night before that made Javotte blush; it was the presence of Rochefort. Since his rescue of her, he completely filled her mind.
“Ah! little one,” said he, “good-morning!”
“Good-morning, monsieur.”
“And where are you going?”
“To the room of Madame la Comtesse, though I am no longer in her service.”
“No longer in her service?”
“No, monsieur.”
“And in whose service are you now, petite?”
“I belong to Mademoiselle Fontrailles, monsieur. I was only temporarily with Madame la Comtesse; and as her maid, Jacqueline, has returned to her this morning, and as I seemed to please Mademoiselle Fontrailles, who is staying here till after the presentation, I entered her service.”
“Ah, ha!” said Rochefort. “And where does mademoiselle live?”