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And would she dine first at a little restaurant, where the cooking was a thing to dream of? And would she do several other things? She would. She would do all these things. But she would not go to a certain little restaurant near Leicester Square, of which she had heard. Joyselle blushed scarlet and for a moment looked as though he intended to thunder out a severe reproof at her.
Joyselle patted her affectionately on the back. "Oui, oui, my femme, I am hungry. But Théo to-night I am a wizard. I will grant you any wish you may have in your heart." "Any wish " "Pauvre petit, tell him not that, Victor, my man. What would the poor angel desire but the impossible?" Théo stood silently looking at them.
The door of Félicité's room was closed, and for several seconds Brigit dared not open it. Then, very softly, she turned the handle, and motioning Théo not to follow her, went in. On the bed, the counterpane drawn smoothly over it, the little figure, with the rosary still between its fingers; and kneeling by the pillow, his silvery hair flowing forward, Joyselle.
"Eh, bien?" suggested Joyselle suddenly, "why have you sent for me, Most Beautiful?" So Théo had not explained! "Théo is very impatient," she answered in a low voice; "he wants me to set our wedding-day. And I have to make up my mind, you know I thought as you and I had talked it over before dinner, you would not mind casting the die for us."
"Salut demeure " The high note, pure and thrilling, lingered long, and then, as it had come, the light went, and it was dark. The music ceased, and there was a long pause. Then, without a word, Joyselle left the room, closing the door softly behind him. The morning of the fifth day after his arrival Joyselle went downstairs early, and out into the garden.
Brigit, vastly amused by their discussing her as if she were not present, gave a bit of roll to the dog. "A quaint little dog," she observed to them both. Joyselle laughed. "Yes, yes, il est bien drôle, ce pauvre. But-ter-fly. And the name, too, hein? Some day I will tell you the story of why I have had nine dogs all named 'But-ter-fly. There is so much to tell you, so much."
The red-headed girl and her young man had disappeared, and from where they sat Joyselle and Brigit saw no signs of life. "To-morrow it will be crowded with odious people," Brigit sighed. "Why odious?" "Well, I mean vulgar, noisy people." He shook his head in a way that ruffled his halo of silver hair, and laughed. "You should not be a snob," he teased.
Was it possible that the mere fact of being engaged to a sweet-natured youth like Théo Joyselle could cause such a miracle as this before his eyes? What was the boy to change Brigit from a sullen, caustic woman into a charming, lovely young girl? "I am very glad for you," he said presently, "and for him.
Joyselle was in high spirits that evening. He had had a letter from L
"He is studying you dear," explained Joyselle, as he stood before the huge gilt cage with Brigit shortly after her appearance downstairs that morning. "It is a severe test that everyone who comes here has to undergo. He is writing his memoirs, too."
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