Mademoiselle Blanche said nothing, but it was to her that Jules directed
his next remark.
"Perhaps to-morrow night; I will come at eight o'clock."
Madame Perrault displayed her gleaming teeth patched with gold, and her
daughter merely bowed and said, "Thank you."
As Jules was putting on his overcoat in the little hall, he heard a
voice say:
"_Il est tres gentil, ce monsieur_," but though he listened he could not
catch the reply. He was radiantly happy, however. When he reached the
street, he felt like running; with an effort he controlled himself, and
walked buoyantly home with a smile on his face. He would take Madeleine
out to dinner, as he used to take his mother when they celebrated his
holidays!