I was not at all nice then--I was very rude, very perverse.

I was horrid!" "Ah, you admit it!" cried Bernard, with a sort of quick elation.
She had been pale, but she suddenly blushed.
"Your own conduct was singular, as I remember it.

It was not exactly agreeable." "Perhaps not; but at least it was meant to be.

I did n't know how to please you then, and I am far from supposing that I have learned now.
But I entreat you to give me a chance." She was silent a while; her eyes wandered over the great prospect of Paris.
"Do you know how you can please me now ?" she said, at last.

"By leaving me alone." Bernard looked at her a moment, then came straight back into the drawing-room and took his hat.
"You see I avail myself of the first chance.