"On the contrary, it is very wise, and all the more so, as, when one is in a bad temper, the best thing to do is to keep one's self out of the way." "You are in a bad temper?" "Yes." "And why?" Paul de Rueille hesitated slightly before answering. "I don't know why." "It's quite true," said Bijou, laughing, "that you were not very amiable yesterday during our journey to Pont-sur-Loire." "It was your fault!" "My fault--mine?" "Yours." "And pray why?" "I will tell you if you like." "Yes, I should like; but not now, because I am keeping some one waiting in the dairy." "Who is waiting for you?" he asked anxiously. "The dairy-maid," answered Bijou, without noticing his anxiety. "Oh! go at once, then, if that is the case," said M. de Rueille sarcastically. "I should not like the dairy-maid to be kept waiting on my account." "You should come and see the cheeses," proposed Denyse. "That must certainly be very festive; no, really, are you not afraid that I should find that too exciting, Bijou, my dear?" "You would find it as exciting, anyhow, as going to bed, and reading over again some old book that you must know by heart. Oh, you know it by heart, I am sure! There is nothing in the library but the classics, or a lot of old-fashioned things; ever since I have come no new books are put in the library, either in the Paris house or here at Bracieux. Grandmamma is so afraid that I should get hold of them; but she is quite mistaken, for I should never open a book that I had been told not to open--never!" "Grandmamma is afraid of your doing what any other girl would do; you are such an astonishing exception, Bijou!" "Yes, I am an exception--an angel, anything you like; but either come with me, or let me go, if you please! I don't like to keep people waiting." "Oh, well, I'll come with you if you like," said M. de Rueille, putting his book down on a side-table. He followed Bijou without speaking, as she trotted along in front of him. She looked so sweet, going backwards and forwards amongst the great pails of milk; her straw hat, covered with lace, tossed carelessly on her fair hair; her morning dress, of pink batiste, fastened up rather high with a safety-pin. She inspected everything, gave her orders, and settled all kinds of details, without troubling about her cousin any more than if he did not exist; and then, when she had quite finished, she turned towards him, smiling. "Now, then," she said, "if you would like a stroll, I am at your service." She turned into one of the garden paths that led to the avenues, and then added, as she looked up at Paul, "I'm listening!" "You are listening? What do you want me to say?" "I thought you were going to tell me why you were so bad-tempered yesterday; you said it was my fault." "Well, it was; you were--" he began, in an embarrassed way; and then he continued, in desperation, "the way you went on, it was not at all like you generally are, nor like you ought to be!"