“That is enough, my child.”
A glance from Madame de Noirmont imposed silence on the girl; but, after a few moments, she returned to the charge.
“Don’t they dance here, mamma?”
“Of course not. Did I tell you that we were going to a ball?”
“Oh, no! but sometimes they dance at receptions; it’s much better fun then.”
“You think of nothing but pleasure and dancing!”
“Oh! I am so fond of it! Father told me that he would give a great ball next winter.”
“A great ball! Oh! I hope that he will change his mind.”
“Why don’t you want to give one, mamma?”
“No matter; hush!”