What ruined you, M.l'Aristocrat ?" "Aristocrat?
I am none.

I am a Corporal of the Chasseurs." "Diable! I have known a Duke a Corporal! What ruined you ?" "What ruins most men, I imagine--folly." "Folly, sure enough!" retorted Cigarette, with scornful acquiescence.
She had no patience with him.

He danced so deliciously, he looked so superb, and he would give her nothing but these absent answers.

"Wisdom don't bring men who look as you look into the ranks of the volunteers for Africa.

Besides, you are too handsome to be a sage!" He laughed a little.
"I never was one, that's certain.