Has any one ever told you that ?" "O, Monsieur!" blushing.
"Have they ?" lessening the distance between them.
"Sometimes," faintly.

She could not withstand his glance, so she retired a few more steps, only to find herself up with the wall.
With a laugh he sprang forward and caught her face between his hands and imprinted a kiss on her left cheek.

Suddenly she wrenched herself loose, uttered a frightened cry and fled down the pantryway.
"What's the matter with the girl ?" he muttered aloud.

"I wanted to ask her some questions." "Ask them of me, Monsieur," said a voice from the doorway.
Maurice wheeled.

It was Madame, but her face expressed nothing.