"But tell him, maman, that you don't really mean it.

I can't have Price jealous.

That would be too humiliating.

I'm afraid I do flirt as naturally as I breathe, but Price knows I haven't a thought for a man on earth but him." The color had crept back into her cheeks, but there was still anxiety in her soft black eyes, and Price was sure that the little pointed toe once more made its peremptory appeal.
Madame Delano looked squarely at her son-in-law.
"That's all right--so far," she said grimly.

"Helene is devoted to you.