And again, when the question of wine was mooted, she was almost saucy.
'If he's thirsty,' she said, 'what did for him last week, will do for him next week: and if he's not thirsty, he had better leave it alone.' But girls are always allowed to be saucy about their lovers, and Madame Voss did not count this for much.
Marie was always thinking of those last words which had been spoken between her and George, and of the kiss that he had given her.

'We used to be friends,' he had said, and then he had declared that he had never forgotten old days.

Marie was quick, intelligent, and ready to perceive at half a glance,--to understand at half a word, as is the way with clever women.

A thrill had gone through her as she heard the tone of the young man's voice, and she had half told herself all the truth.

He had not quite ceased to think of her.
Then he went, without saying the other one word that would have been needful, without even looking the truth into her face.