She smiled the smile of duplicity.
"Monsieur," she said, "do you lack wealth ?" "Yes, I lack it; but that is not to say that I desire it." "Perhaps it is honors you desire ?" "Honors?
To what greater honor may I aspire than that which is written in my passports ?" "What is written in your passports ?" "That I am a citizen of the United States of America.

It would not be good taste in me to accept honors save those that my country may choose to confer." Again Madame found her foil turned aside.

She began to lose patience.
Her boot patted the sod.

"Monsieur, since the countess is not high enough, since gold and honors have no charm, listen." "I am listening, Madame." "I permit you to witness the comic opera, but I shall allow no prompting from outsiders." "Madame, do you expect me to sit calmly by and see my friend made a fool ?" He spoke warmly and his eyes remained steadfast.
"Certainly that is what you shall do," coldly.
"Madame, you are a beautiful woman; heaven has endowed you with something more than beauty.

Is it possible that the gods forgot to mix conscience in the mold ?" "Conscience?
Royalty knows none." "Ah, Madame, wait till you are royal." "Take care.