True, he had often kissed her perfumed tresses without her knowledge; but what was that?
Why had he never taken by force that which entreaty did not win?
Love.

Man never uses force where he loves.

When would the day come when the hedge of mystery inclosing her would be leveled?
"Love you, Monsieur ?" she had said.

"Ah, well, in a way!" The Chevalier smiled.

Yes, it was fine to be young, and rich, and in love.