"I shan't tell you," she said, hanging down her head.
"Will you not? Not if I want to know very much?"
She hesitated a moment, then burst forth--
"Well, then, they were just nobody at all. I was only talking
make-believe to Sophie, that she might do the steps properly."
"Oh! then, you did not expect to see them here this evening?"
"Here!" cries Madelon, with much contempt; "why, no. One meets
nothing but _bourgeois_ here."
Graham was infinitely amused.
"Am I a _bourgeois?_" he said, laughing.
"I don't know," she replied, looking at him; "but you are not
a milord, I know, for I heard papa asking Mademoiselle Cecile
about you, and she said you were not a milord at all."
"So you care for nothing but Counts and Princes?"
"I don't know," she said again. Then with an evident sense
that such abstract propositions would involve her beyond her
depth, she added, "Have you any other pretty things to show
me? I should like to see what else you have on your chain."
In five minutes more they were fast friends, and Madelon,
seated on Graham's knee, was chattering away, and recounting
to him all the history of her short life.
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