The next day, we went to Fontenay, and Frédérique absolutely insisted upon taking Mignonne with us; she had become very fond of her; to be sure, Mignonne was much more amiable to Ballangier. Mignonne lived in the pavilion which I had previously occupied, and I was under the same roof with Frédérique; a convalescent requires so much attention! Armantine came to see us soon after our arrival. Frédérique received her with vastly more cordiality than before, notwithstanding which, Madame Sordeville came much less frequently; women have a tact which enables them to divine instantly when they have lost the game beyond recall. I went to Paris and made inquiries about Ballangier; all that I learned was in his favor. I went to see him at his employer's, and invited him to dine at Fontenay on the next day but one. At first he declined what he called an honor; but I did not leave him until I had made him promise to come. The poor fellow asked nothing better, for I told him that he would see Mignonne. I invited Balloquet to come into the country on the same day. On my return to Fontenay, I told Frédérique of the invitations I had ventured to extend without asking her permission; she closed my mouth by informing me that I need not ask her permission for anything. Then, after a moment's reflection, she said: "I too propose to invite some people for that day. Will it annoy you if I have other company?" "On the contrary, on that day it will give me great pleasure." The next day, I went to Paris again; I had various purchases to make of gifts which I had in mind. As I passed through Rue du Petit-Carreau, I noticed a sponge shop. I thought of Rosette and stopped. Someone called me; it was my pretty brunette, enthroned at the desk. "Are you afraid to come into my shop, monsieur?" asked Rosette, who was as lively and alluring as ever. "You were going by without deigning to say good-day to an old acquaintance." And she began to sing: "'Eh quoi! vous ne dites rien! Mon ami, ce n'est pas bien! Jadis c'était différent, Souvenez-vous-en!'"[B] "Still as merry as ever, Rosette?" "Faith, yes! sponges ain't such a dismal trade as I thought; and then, my husband's such a good fellow! He's like putty in my hands!" "You are happy, are you?" "Yes, monsieur, very happy. Are you sorry for that?" "On the contrary, I am very glad." "And your lovely friend--does she still pretend to be nothing but a friend?" "Faith, no! we are on better terms than that now; we were both mistaken in thinking that our feeling for each other was only friendship." "Bah! I saw what was coming a long way off! It was a long time coming, that love!" "Adieu, Rosette!" "You will give me your custom, I hope? Send me your doctor _à la rose_ too, with or without his gloves." "I will send all my acquaintances to you." "Oh! I haven't told you--on Sundays, I have my seven aunts in the shop, and people come in just from curiosity; we make a lot of money that day."