She was in the soft flare of the lights.
"Well," she said after a moment, "what do you think of me ?" Jacques was confused.

"Madame is beautiful." "The eyes ?" she urged.
"I have been to Gaspe, and west to Esquimault, and in England, but I have never seen such as those," he said.

Race and primitive man spoke there.
She laughed.

"Come closer, little man." He did so.

She suddenly rose, dropped her hands on his shoulders, and kissed his cheek.
"Now bring the horse, and I will kiss him too." Did she think she could rouse Gaston by kissing his servant?
Yet it did not disgust him.