"Very good; I will be on time."
And the ex-beau retired, as well pleased as he had been furious when he arrived; a few words from Georgette had sufficed to effect this revolution in his humor; to be sure, she had a way of saying them which precluded the possibility of a reply.
After Monsieur de Mardeille had gone, Colinet seemed to be reflecting profoundly, and Georgette asked him:
"What are you thinking about, my friend?"
"About that gentleman who was here just now. How he spoke to you when he came in!"
"And you heard how I answered him."
"Oh! that did my heart good! Is that old beau making love to you?"
"Yes; but don't be alarmed, Colinet; he's no more dangerous to me than Monsieur Dupont was."
"I believe you, as you say so. But what made you ask him to breakfast with us to-morrow? I should have liked it better to be with you alone."
"And so should I, my friend; but I did what I thought it best to do, for I don't want to break with my neighbor yet, and that is what would have happened if I hadn't invited him. I am going to answer my sister Suzanne's letter now, and then write to Aimée. I'll give you the letters to-morrow."