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Jeanne was the quicker in the first place, but Hugh was so patient that he soon equalled her, and then the interest grew still greater. "I really think, Chéri," said Jeanne, one evening, when they had been playing for a good while, "I really think our balls are getting to be rather like fairy ones. Every day they go better and better."
"You will forgive me if I ask you to let me go on alone, and you follow with Jean?" she whispered. "I will try and see you again to-night, when I have dressed myself, and I am in better condition to show you hospitality." Jean was so close that he overheard her. "We will follow," he said softly. "Go ahead, ma cheri."
The wicked Feintise was very anxious to know the result of her advice; and when she heard that Cheri had already set out, she was delighted, and reported to the Queen-Mother all that had passed.
"I believe it was just pretence your saying you thought I had dreamt it all." "No," said Jeanne, "it wasn't. You don't understand, Chéri. I'm moonlight Jeanne, now when we were having the dolls' feast I was daylight Jeanne. And you know it's never moonlight in the day-time." "Well, certainly, I don't understand," said Hugh.
It was not until long after the hare was skinned, roasted, served as CIVET and as PUREE that I discovered the truth. I was not at all grateful to the gentlemen of the chateau whose dupe I had been; was even wrath with my dear old 'Maman' for treating them with extra courtesy for their kindness to her PETIT CHERI. That was a happy summer.
She opened the door as she spoke, and gently pulled Hugh in after her. "Look," she went on, "there is a very, very little light from the kitchen window after all, when the door is opened. Look, Chéri, up in that corner sleep Houpet and the others. Put the cochon de Barbarie down here so that will do. He will be quite safe here, and you feel it is not cold."
"Hark, Chéri, hark!" she cried, "what a queer noise! What can it be?" Hugh's attention had been so taken up in staring about in every direction for the raven that he had not noticed the sound which Jeanne had heard, and which now increased every moment.
Whenever she does stealthily worm herself in, Cheri gives the pitch the moment he sets eyes on her. Cat looks up steadily at him for five minutes. Cheri, confident, strikes out in a very tempting way. Cat describes a semicircle around the window, back and forth, back and forth, keeping ever her back to the room and her front to the foe, glaring and mewing and licking her chaps.
A servant followed her, and took the things from her hand to give to Beethoven, while she unseen returned; her mother rebuked her and ordered her to her room. But the lessons continued, and in Thérèse's diary Beethoven appeared constantly as "mon maître," "mon maître chéri." She was doomed to a long jealousy. She saw Beethoven fall in love with her cousin Giulietta Guicciardi.
Now put down the cage, Chéri oh, you have put it down and let's run in again. Your pet will be quite safe, you see, but if we're not quick, Marcelline will be running out to look for us." She felt about for Hugh's hand, and having got it, turned to go. But she stopped to put her head in again for a moment at the door. "Houpet, dear," she said, "don't let Dudu come into your house.
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