But the service which you rendered me upon the first occasion was so present to my mind just now that it eclipsed the memory of our second meeting.

I have ever since desired, Mademoiselle, that an opportunity might be mine wherein to thank you for the preservation of my life.

I do so now, and at your service do I lay that life which you preserved, and which is therefore as much yours as mine." Strive as I might I could not rid my tone of an ironical inflection.

I was goaded to it by her attitude, by the scornful turn of her lip and the disdainful glance of her grey eyes--she had her father's eyes, saving that her gaze was as steadfast as his was furtive.
"What is this ?" quoth Canaples.

"You owe your life to my daughter?
Pray tell me of it." "With all my heart," I made haste to answer before Mademoiselle could speak.