Suddenly a serious, almost melancholy, expression came over the girl's pretty, happy-looking face. She was just crossing a meadow, which was skirted by a wood.
"Hallo, Bijou! that's how you cut us, is it?" exclaimed a voice.
She stopped short, looking surprised, and turned back a few steps.
Pierrot and M. Giraud, who had been lying down in the shade, rose from the ground, leaving the long grass marked with their impress.
"Why, you are here already!" she said; "I did not expect to meet you so far away from home; at what time did you start, then?"
"A little before the hour," answered Pierrot; and then he added slily, winking at his tutor: "M'sieu' Giraud was a brick; he let me off a bit earlier--without me begging much, either--and now, if we want to be at Bracieux at twelve o'clock, we shall have to put our best feet first!"
They were walking along by the side of Bijou.
"Have you recovered from yesterday evening?" she asked, addressing M. Giraud.
"Recovered?" said the young tutor. "How _recovered_?"
"Because you could not have enjoyed yourself very much! M. de Tourville and M. de Juzencourt blocked you up, one after the other, in a corner, to explain to you: the one that Charles de Tourville embarked with William the Conqueror in 1066; and the other, that a Juzencourt fought against Charles the Bold in 1477 under the walls of Nancy. Am I not right?"
"Quite right! and M. de Juzencourt added that there was only blue blood in his family. I did not quite understand why he should tell me that."
"In order to prove to you that, traced clearly only since 1477, but without the slightest _mésalliance_, the Juzencourts are more respectable than the Tourvilles."
"Yes, M. de Tourville married a young lady who was all very well, but her name was Chaillot, and her father is on the Stock Exchange; you see, therefore, that, as regards the Tourvilles, the family is older than the Juzencourt family, but it is not so pure. You managed to put such a good face on as you listened to all that. Oh, dear! I could have laughed if you had not looked so wretched."
"It wasn't just the nuisance of having to listen to the Tourville and Juzencourt yarns that made him look like that," observed Pierrot. "For some time past he is always like that, even with me, and I can promise you that I don't overpower him with yarns, either about Charles the Bold or William the Conqueror."