"Adeline, how long your illness has been! We heard you were going to Nice."
"Not until autumn. And I don't know whether it will be Nice."
"There's Julie!" cried Rose, springing up. "Julie, who's fetched?"
"Pas vous, mademoiselle," answered the servant, laughing at Rose's anxiety.
"Ah bah! Adeline, we have heard something else. Ah! you know what I mean. Is it true?"
"I believe it is," she answered, a faint blush upon her face, and a careless smile.
"Is he handsome?" continued Rose. Of course the first thought that would arise to her.
"I have never seen him."
"Oh, Adeline!" uttered Mary Carr, involuntarily, whilst Rose stared with unqualified amazement.
"Not yet. He comes from Paris this week to pay us a visit."