As she said this, she noticed the same peculiar look in the eyes of the little girl.
"Tell me, Blanche, what is the matter?" she asked.
"I don't know, godmother, except that I must spend the night with you."
"Spend the night with me? Well, that is right. I will take good care of you, my dear. But are you sure of what you say? Who told you so?"
"M. Belmont himself."
"My father sent you up to me."
"Yes, and he said I must remain with you until he and grandfather called for me."
"And they are both downstairs?"
The child's face put on that strange look again, as she answered:
"They were there just now, but—"