'Youth was a marvellous thing--and Paris was the city of the young! Was monsieur making a long stay at the Hotel Railleux ?' The waiter again appeared and placed the coffee upon the table.
Monsieur, suddenly and unaccountably uneasy, finished his eggs hastily and pushed his plate aside.
'Did monsieur desire coffee ?' Madame leaned forward.

'If so, it would be but the matter of a moment to procure a second cup; and, as her coffee-pot was quite full--' She raised the lid coquettishly, and again her eyes lingered upon the short dark hair and the straight brows above the gray eyes.
The waiter with ready tact departed in search of the second cup; madame replaced the lid of the coffee-pot.
'Now that they were alone, would it be an unpardonable liberty to ask how old monsieur really was ?' Monsieur blushed.
'How old would madame suppose ?' Madame laughed.

'Oh, it was difficult to say! One might imagine from those bright eyes that monsieur had nineteen years; but, again, it was impossible to suppose that a razor had ever touched that soft cheek.' There was another little laugh, lower this time and more subtle in tone; and madame, with a movement wonderfully swift considering her years and her proportions, leaned across the table and touched the boy's face.
The effect was instant.

A tide of color rushed into his cheeks, he rose with an alacrity that was comic.
'He--he was much older than madame supposed!' Madame laughed delightedly.

'How charming! How ingenuous! He positively must sit down again.