I remember the look he gave me.
A traitor, too.
"Hang my memory, which seems always to forget what I wish to remember and remember what I wish to forget! Where have I met this man Beauvais before?
Ah, the countess!" He thrust the message into his breast.
"Evidently Madame thinks I am worth consideration; uncommonly pretty bait.

Shall I let the play run on, or shall I tell her?
Ah! you have two minutes to spare," he said, as she approached.

"But you do not need them," throwing a deal of admiration into his glance.
"It does not take me long to dress--on occasions." "A compliment to me ?" he said.
"If you will accept it." It was an exhilarating morning, full of forest perfumes.

Through the haze the mountains glittered like huge emeralds and amethysts.
"What a day!" said the countess, as they galloped away.
"Aye, for plots and war and love!" "For plots and war ?" demurely.

Her cheeks were rosy and her hair as yellow as the silk of corn.
"Well, then, for love." He shortened his rein.