This was the town where his friends lived, and a "monsieur," the conductor added, was inquiring for him--Jeanne's father's valet it was, who had been sent to meet him and take him safe to the old house, where an eager little heart was counting the minutes till he came.
They looked at each other curiously when at last they met.

Jeanne's eyes were sparkling and her cheeks burning, and her whole little person in a flutter of joyful excitement, and yet she couldn't speak.

Now that the little cousin was there, actually standing before her, she could not speak.

How was it?
He was not _quite_ what she had expected; he looked paler and quieter than any boys she had seen, and--was he not glad to see her ?--glad to have come ?--she asked herself with a little misgiving.
She looked at him again--his blue eyes were very sweet and gentle, and, tired though he was, Jeanne could see that he was trying to smile and look pleased.

But he was _very_ tired and very shy.