Susan smiled, saying: “Oh! I know all about it.”
Rose annoyed, turned her back on them and went away. Du Roy familiarly took the elbow of the young girl left standing beside him, and said in his caressing voice: “Listen, my dear, you believe me to be your friend?”
“Yes, Pretty-boy.”
“You have confidence in me?”
“Quite.”
“You remember what I said to you just now?”
“What about?”
“About your marriage, or rather about the man you are going to marry.”
“Yes.”
“Well, then, you will promise me one thing?”
“Yes; but what is it?”
“To consult me every time that your hand is asked for, and not to accept anyone without taking my advice.”
“Very well.”
“And to keep this a secret between us two. Not a word of it to your father or your mother.”
“Not a word.”
“It is a promise, then?”
“It is a promise.”