“I am going to give one, madame,” replied Hélène. “I live by giving music lessons.”
“Then you must come and give me some,” said Berthe. “Here is my address. Come to me to-morrow as early as you can.”
“You are not sorry I made you come, are you, Berthe?” I asked, as we went out together.
“Sorry! I would not have missed it for the world.”
PART II.
LE PARTI.
“Au revoir, à demain soir!” said Berthe, kissing a fair-haired young girl, and conducting her to the door.
“What a sweet face! Whose is it?” inquired Madame de Beaucœur.
“Hélène de Karodel’s. Her character is sweeter still than her face. I have fallen quite in love with her,” said Berthe. And she related the story of their meeting at the réunion de Monceau, and the acquaintance that had followed.
“It is a fine old Breton name, and used to be a very wealthy one. How comes she to be earning her bread, poor child?”