"Remember that you loved me.

Say that you love me still!" Jeanne had drawn near to Serge.

Her burning face almost touched his.

Her eyes, bright with excitement, pleaded passionately for a tender look.
She was most fascinating, and Panine, usually master of himself, lost his presence of mind for a moment.

His arms encircled the shoulders of the adorable pleader, and his lips were buried in the masses of her dark hair.
"Serge!" cried Mademoiselle de Cernay, clinging to him whom she loved so fondly.
But the Prince was as quickly calmed as he had been carried away.