Now she detests me, and yet she is always looking at me." "No wonder I detest you if I am always looking at you!" cried the lady.
"If Mr.Newman does not like my way of shaking hands, I will do it again." But this charming privilege was lost upon our hero, who was already making his way across the room to Madame de Cintre.

She looked at him as she shook hands, but she went on with the story she was telling her little niece.

She had only two or three phrases to add, but they were apparently of great moment.

She deepened her voice, smiling as she did so, and the little girl gazed at her with round eyes.
"But in the end the young prince married the beautiful Florabella," said Madame de Cintre, "and carried her off to live with him in the Land of the Pink Sky.

There she was so happy that she forgot all her troubles, and went out to drive every day of her life in an ivory coach drawn by five hundred white mice.