He noticed the girls whispering and nudging.

Presently one, a bonny dark hussy, leaned to him and said: "Have a chocolate ?" The others laughed loudly at her impudence.
"All right," said Paul.

"Give me a hard one--nut.

I don't like creams." "Here you are, then," said the girl; "here's an almond for you." She held the sweet between her fingers.

He opened his mouth.