“I have not the least wish to remain for it, madame,” said Pearl; the sudden change from affectionate familiarity to being called “Marguerite” showed that she had in some way incurred Mme. Léopold’s displeasure.
“Then let us come,” said that lady, signing to her husband to give his arm.
“And Blanche?” said Léon.
“Good gracious! It shows how ill I am that I could have forgotten her. Where is she? It appears that English manners are à la mode everywhere to-night. Why is your sister so long away from me? Who is she with?”
“I saw her dancing with M. de Cholcourt; but it is some time ago,” said M. Darvallon.
“She was dancing with him again then, five minutes ago,” said Polly.
“M. de Cholcourt!” repeated Mme. Léopold in a tone of unmistakable satisfaction. “Are you sure?”
“M. Léon told me that was his name,” said Polly. “I asked him because Blanche seemed particularly to enjoy his conversation.”
“Dear child! I am glad she is amused. I wonder if she has made an engagement for the cotillon?” This was said interrogatively to the two girls and the two gentlemen with them.
Nobody knew. Meantime, Léon had gone in pursuit of Blanche, and it was not long before he returned with her. She looked angry.