So her mother took a long step forward, for in truth she grew impatient with all this obtuseness in which, for reasons of her own, she did not believe.
"If I were a girl of your age," mused Madame as though to herself, "I do not think that ring would go to England." "How, Mamma, would you steal it ?" "No, but I would make sure that it was given to me." Now Juliette could no longer feign not to understand.

She said nothing, but turned as red as Godfrey had done a little while before and stood waiting.
"I find him charming," repeated Madame, "though he is so young, which is a fault that will mend," and she fixed her eyes upon her daughter's face with a look of interrogation.
Then Juliette gave a little sigh and answered: "Good.

If you will make me say it, so do I also, at least, sometimes I think so, when he is not dull," and turning she fled from the room.
Madame smiled as the door closed behind her.
"That goes well, and should go better," she said to herself.

"Only, for whom is the ring?
There must be some girl in England, although of her he says nothing.

_Peste!_ There are so many girls.