I said the baroness would be annoyed with you for descending from your dignity--and exposing a noble family to fleas--hush! here he is." "Tiresome!" muttered Rose, "just when"-- Edouard came forward with a half-vexed face.
However, he turned it off into play.

"What have you been saying to her, monsieur, to interest her so?
Give me a leaf out of your book.

I need it." The doctor was taken aback for a moment, but at last he said slyly, "I have been proposing to her to name the day.

She says she must consult you before she decides that." "Oh, you wicked doctor!--and consult HIM of all people!" "So be off, both of you, and don't reappear before me till it is settled." Edouard's eyes sparkled.

Rose went out with a face as red as fire.
It was a balmy evening.