"We all have our presents, which are magnificent.

What then is our affair with the ring?
Pardon them, and put it in your pocket, Godfrey, and come, let us go to the observatory, for the night is fine, and by now the stove will be warm." So they went, and soon were engaged in contemplation of the stars, an occupation which absorbed Godfrey so much that for a while he forgot all his troubles.
When the door had shut behind them Madame looked at Juliette, who with her new watch held to her ear, observed her out of the corners of her eyes.
"I find him charming," said Madame presently.
"Yes, Mamma," replied Juliette, "so bright and even the tick is musical." "Stupid!" exclaimed Madame.

"When I was your age--well." "Pardon!" said Juliette, opening her eyes innocently.
"Child, I meant our young English friend.

I repeat that I find him charming." "Of course, Mamma--after that necklace." "And you--after that watch ?" "Oh! well enough, though too grave perhaps, and fond of what is far off--I mean stars," she added hurriedly.
"Stars! Pish! It is but because there is nothing nearer.

At his age--stars!--well of a sort, perhaps." She paused while Juliette still looked provokingly innocent.