The colonel certainly could not rush off to her and give this keen-eyed American an opportunity to witness a further rebuff.
"Light operas are rare at present," he replied, accepting his defeat amiably enough.
"Paris is full of them just now," continued Carmichael.
"Paris?
Would you like a riot in the gardens ?" asked the colonel, amused.
"A riot ?" said Carmichael derisively.

"Why, nothing short of a bombshell would cause a riot among your phlegmatic Germans." "I believe you love your Paris better than your Dreiberg." "Not a bit of doubt.

And down in your heart you do, too.

Think of the lights, the theaters, the cafes and the pretty women!" Carmichael's cane described a flourish as if to draw a picture of these things.
"Yes, yes," agreed the colonel reminiscently; "you are right.

There is no other night equal to a Parisian night.