He looked at a pretty girl as he would have listened to a piece of music.

Attention, in each case, was simple good manners.

M.Nioche at last took his daughter's paint-box in one hand and the bedaubed canvas, after giving it a solemn, puzzled stare, in the other, and led the way to the door.

Mademoiselle Noemie made the young men the salute of a duchess, and followed her father.
"Well," said Newman, "what do you think of her ?" "She is very remarkable.

Diable, diable, diable!" repeated M.de Bellegarde, reflectively; "she is very remarkable." "I am afraid she is a sad little adventuress," said Newman.
"Not a little one--a great one.