How charming and amusing they are, standing beside each other! Look,
Monsieur de Musadieu, how much they resemble each other!"

The two were compared, and two opinions were formed. According to
Musadieu, the Corbelles, and the Comte de Guilleroy, the Countess and
her daughter resembled each other only in coloring, in the hair, and
above all in the eyes, which were exactly alike, both showing tiny black
points, like minute drops of ink, on the blue iris. But it was their
opinion that when the young girl should have become a woman they would
no longer resemble each other.

According to the Duchess, on the contrary, and also Olivier Bertin, they
were similar in all respects, and only the difference in age made them
appear unlike.

"How much she has changed in three years!" said the painter. "I should
not have recognized her, and I don't dare to _tutoyer_ the young lady!"

The Countess laughed. "The idea! I should like to hear you say 'you' to
Annette!"

The young girl, whose future gay audacity was already apparent under an
air of timid playfulness, replied: "It is I who shall not dare to say
'thou' to Monsieur Bertin."

Her mother smiled.

"Yes, continue the old habit--I will allow you to do so," she said. "You
will soon renew your acquaintance with him."