"What a day that was, what a stunning day that was!" He was still smiling, his white teeth showing humorously, when Sophie again entered the room.

He had forgotten her, forgotten all about her.
As she came in he made a quick, courteous movement to rise--too quick; for a sharp pain shot through his breast, and he grew pale about the lips.

But he made essay to stand up lightly, nevertheless.
She saw his paleness, came quickly to him, and put out her hand to gently force him back into his seat, but as instantly decided not to notice his indisposition, and turned towards the table instead.

Taking the bottle of cordial, she brought it over, and not looking at him, said: "Just one more little glass, m'sieu' ?" She had in her other hand a plate of seed-cakes.

"But yes, you must sit down and eat a cake," she added adroitly.