He came back to realities and blamed himself inwardly at having shown such stupidity.
“On my pay?” he asked.
“What do you think? I adore glitter.”
“All that glitters is not gold.”
“That’s true. There are such things as diamonds and precious stones!”
Rather scornfully he agreed:
“Yes, everyone turns away from life and tries to forget it. Your mother has her dog, my uncle his roses and you—your dresses. Love comes afterwards, as best it can.”
“At last, Jean, you are learning wisdom!”
With a lightened heart he took up the subject of his plan again.
“Then you will keep the secret that you will guess to-morrow?” he asked.