“Yes,” she answered. Very lovely she looked at that moment, though her manner was strangely cold.
“You do not congratulate me?”
“No.”
Madame de Pompadour.
André glanced at her with sharp surprise.
“After your kind words on my return,” he began, “I had hoped, Mademoiselle, more for your congratulations than for those of any other in Versailles.”
Denise made no reply; she quietly moved away.
“Denise,” he broke out passionately. “Denise——”
“Mademoiselle la Marquise, if you please, Monsieur le Vicomte,” she interrupted with her head high in air, and André could only gaze at her in mute astonishment.