One dines with one's friends, and one would like to talk for a little time, and it is bridge.

It must be very dull for you little girls who are not old enough to play.

There is no one left to talk to you." Jeanne smiled.
"Perhaps," she said, "I am an exception.

There are very few people whom I care to have talk to me." She looked him in the eyes, but he was unfortunately a very spoilt young man, and he only stroked the waxed tip of a scanty moustache.
"I am very glad to hear you say so, mademoiselle," he said.

"That makes it the more pleasant that your excellent mother gives me one quarter of an hour's respite from bridge that we may have a little conversation.
Have you ever been in my country, Miss Le Mesurier ?" "I have only travelled through it," Jeanne answered; "but I am afraid that you did not understand what I meant just now.