To a man there is always a mystery lurking behind a veil.

So he rose, walked past her, returned and deliberately sat down in the chair opposite to hers.
The fact that gendarmes moved among the crowd did not disturb him.
"Good evening, Mademoiselle," he said, politely lifting his hat.
She straightened haughtily.

"Monsieur," she said, resentment, consternation and indignation struggling to predominate in her tones, "I did not give you permission to sit down.

You are impertinent!" "O, no," Maurice declared.

"I am not impertinent.