Will you, mademoiselle, do me the honour to receive me when I come to-morrow?
I shall have something of great importance for your ear." "Of importance, M.le Marquis?
You almost frighten me." But there was no fear on the serene little face in its furred hood.

It was not for nothing that she had graduated in the Versailles school of artificialities.
"That," said he, "is very far from my design." "But of importance to yourself, monsieur, or to me ?" "To us both, I hope," he answered her, a world of meaning in his fine, ardent eyes.
"You whet my curiosity, monsieur; and, of course, I am a dutiful niece.
It follows that I shall be honoured to receive you." "Not honoured, mademoiselle; you will confer the honour.

To-morrow at this hour, then, I shall have the felicity to wait upon you." He bowed again; and again he bore her fingers to his lips, what time she curtsied.

Thereupon, with no more than this formal breaking of the ice, they parted.
She was a little breathless now, a little dazzled by the beauty of the man, his princely air, and the confidence of power he seemed to radiate.
Involuntarily almost, she contrasted him with his critic--the lean and impudent Andre-Louis in his plain brown coat and steel-buckled shoes--and she felt guilty of an unpardonable offence in having permitted even one word of that presumptuous criticism.

To-morrow M.le Marquis would come to offer her a great position, a great rank.