“My dear fellow, I warned you—she is very angry with you.”
“Mon Dieu! how disagreeable you are to-day, uncle!”
Monsieur Roquencourt laughed and drank his tea; I did the same. Caroline said nothing more, and did not turn her eyes in my direction. The uncle bore the whole weight of the conversation.
After a few moments, Caroline said to him:
“Have you heard from Madame Blémont this morning, uncle?”
“No, not yet.”
“That lady has a most distinguished air; I like her appearance very much.”
“Yes, she has very beautiful eyes; she reminded me of Mademoiselle Contat in——”
“Uncle, would it not be polite for you to go in person to ask how she passed the night?”
“I! why my dear girl, that lady is all alone; would she care to receive a visit from a man?”