It amused him, but he could still turn to the remembrance of Delia without blushing, for he had come to this in the spirit of the idler, not the libertine.

Mademoiselle Cerise said to Ian at last: "Enfin, is the man stone?
As handsome as a leopard, too! But, it is no matter." She made another effort to interest him, however.

It galled her that he did not fall at her feet as others had done.

Even Ian had come there in his day, but she knew him too well.

She had said to him at the time: "You, monsieur?
No, thank you.