And she looked archly at Suzanne, who giggled and tossed her head.
He was growing angry.

"But, Madame," he protested, "you know--" "I know what I know, and I have seen what I have seen!" Madame answered merrily.

And she hummed, "'Ce fut le plus grand jour d'este Que m'embrassa la belle Suzanne!' Oh yes, I know what I know!" she repeated.

And she fell again to laughing immoderately; while the pretty piece of mischief beside her hung her head, and, putting a finger in her mouth, mocked him with an affectation of modesty.
The young man glowered at them between rage and embarrassment.

This was not the reception, nor this the hero's return to which he had looked forward.