"You say that I don't know your best friend. Come! is it not Monsieur Roger?"
It was now the father's turn to look at his child, and, with pleased surprise, he said,—
"What? You know?"
"Why, papa, I have so often heard you talk to mamma of your friend Roger that I could not be mistaken."
"That is true; you are right."
"Then," continued Miss Miette, "it is Mr. Roger who is going to arrive here?"
"It is he," said Monsieur Dalize, joyously.
But Miss Miette did not share her father's joy. She was silent for a moment, as if seeking to remember something very important, then she lowered her eyes, and murmured, sadly,—
"The poor gentleman."