Young Madame de Bellegarde, when Newman came in, left some people among whom she was sitting, and took the place that she had occupied before dinner.

Then she gave a little push to the puff that stood near her, and by a glance at Newman seemed to indicate that she had placed it in position for him.
He went and took possession of it; the marquis's wife amused and puzzled him.
"I know your secret," she said, in her bad but charming English; "you need make no mystery of it.

You wish to marry my sister-in-law.

C'est un beau choix.

A man like you ought to marry a tall, thin woman.