If he had looked at a wall it would have been the same.

But Detricand, who had an almost whimsical sense of humour, felt his neck in affected concern as though to be quite sure of it.

"Chevalier," said he, "you shock us--you shock us, dear chevalier." "The most painful things, and the most wonderful too," said the chevalier, tapping the letter with his eye-glass; "the most terrible and yet the most romantic things are here.

A drop of cider, if you please, mademoiselle, before I begin to read it to you, if I may--if I may--eh ?" They all nodded eagerly.

Guida handed him a mogue of cider.