One would willingly embrace all who smile, and feel that he is brother of all who live.

My mistress had granted me a rendezvous, and I was gently raising my glass to my lips while my eyes were fixed on her.
As I turned to take a napkin, my fork fell.

I stooped to pick it up, and not finding it at first I raised the table cloth to see where it had rolled.

I then saw under the table my mistress's foot; it touched that of a young man seated beside her; from time to time they exchanged a gentle pressure.
Perfectly calm, I asked for another fork and continued my supper.

My mistress and her neighbor, on their side, were very quiet, talking but little and never looking at each other.