"Mademoiselle," said Denoisel to Noemi, "you shall judge of the situation. I have now a picture of a mad-apple and a parsnip, and then to hang with that a slice of pumpkin and a piece of Brie cheese. There's a great deal of feeling, I know, of course, in such subjects; but all the same from the look of my room any one would take me for a private fruiterer." "That's how men are, you see," said Renee gaily to Noemi. "They are all ungrateful, my dear--and to think that some day we shall have to marry. Do you know that we are quite old maids--what do you think of that? Twenty years old--oh, how quickly time goes, to be sure! We think we shall never be eighteen, and then, no sooner are we really eighteen than it's all over and we can't stay at that age. Well, it can't be helped. Oh, next time you come, bring some music with you and we'll play duets. I don't know whether I could now." "And we shall rehearse--_quand_?" asked Denoisel. "In Normandy!" answered Renee, indulging in that kind of joke which for the last few years has been in favour with society people, and which had its origin in the workshop and the theatre. Noemi looked perplexed, as though she had not caught the sense of the word she had just heard. "Yes," said Renee, "Caen is in Normandy. Ah, you don't go in for word-endings? I used to have a mania for them some time ago. I was quite unbearable with it--wasn't I, Denoisel? And so you go out a great deal. Tell me about your balls." Noemi did as she was requested, speaking freely and getting gradually more and more animated. She smiled as she spoke, and as her restraint wore off her movements and gestures were graceful. It seemed as if she had expanded under the influence of this air of liberty, here with Renee in this gay, cheerful drawing-room. At four o'clock the governess rose as if moved by machinery. "It is time we started, mademoiselle," she said. "There is a dinner-party, you know, at Sannois, and you will want time to dress." XIV "This time you must not expect to enjoy yourself; we are going to rehearse in good earnest," said Denoisel. "Mlle. Noemi, come and sit down there--that's it. We are ready now, are we not? One--two--three," he continued, clapping his hands, "begin." "The fact is--the first scene," said Noemi, hesitatingly, "I am not quite sure of it--I know the other better." "The second, then? We'll begin with the second--I'll take Henri's part: '_Good evening, my dear_---- '" Denoisel was interrupted by a peal of laughter from Renee. "Oh, dear!" she said to Noemi, "how funnily you are sitting! You look like a piece of sugar held in the sugar-tongs." "Do I?" said Noemi, quite confused and trying to find a better pose. "If only you would be kind enough not to interrupt the actors, Renee," said Denoisel. "'_Good evening, my dear_,'" he repeated, continuing his role, "'_do I disturb you_?'" "Oh! and where are the purses?" exclaimed Renee. "Why, I thought you were to see to them."