“That is quite a long distance.”
“No, mademoiselle; you know, if you don’t leave the boulevard, you are soon there.”
“Oh! I know all about that, and if there is no great hurry——”
“Can you carry it within an hour?”
“Yes, I will go within an hour.”
“By the way, madame wants also to order a smaller one for to-morrow, to take to a wedding or a ball; madame will explain to you about it. So she can rely upon the bouquet, mademoiselle?”
“To be sure, monsieur, as I have received the money. You say Madame de Belleval, Boulevard Beaumarchais, 98?”
“That’s it; good-morning.”
The servant disappeared, and Violette began to select her finest flowers, saying to herself:
“It seems that this is likely to be a good customer! I can make as much as I choose! To think that Georget, when he was without money the other day and his mother was sick, didn’t apply to me! And he says that he loves me! Perhaps I spoke too harshly to him; and he thinks that I have an unfeeling heart; I don’t want him to think that!”