He speaks such fine things! You mind the other night at the Louis Quinze.

He is like--" She paused.

"What is he like ?" Parpon asked slyly, enjoying her difficulty.
"Ah, I know," she answered; "he is a little like Madame the American who came two years ago.

There is something--something!" Parpon laughed again.

"Like Madame Chalice from New York--fudge!" Yet he eyed her as if he admired her penetration.