You have seen a pool on a gusty day, how it suddenly sparkles and flashes like a thing alive?
So this lady's face had become animated and coloured; and as I saw her standing, somewhat inclined, her lips parted, a divine trouble in her eyes, I could have clapped my hands in applause, and was ready to acclaim her a genuine daughter of the winds.

What put it in my head, I know not: perhaps because it was a Thursday and I was new from the razor; but I determined to engage her attention no later than that day.

She was approaching that part of the court in which I sat with my merchandise, when I observed her handkerchief to escape from her hands and fall to the ground; the next moment the wind had taken it up and carried it within my reach.

I was on foot at once: I had forgot my mustard-coloured clothes, I had forgot the private soldier and his salute.

Bowing deeply, I offered her the slip of cambric.
'Madam,' said I, 'your handkerchief.