Under pretext of fatigue, she would leave suddenly and abruptly her partner's arm, in the midst of a waltz, to go and sit in some corner with a pensive and even a pouting look.

If there happened to be a vacant seat next to mine, she threw herself into it, and began from behind her fan some whimsical and disjointed conversation like the following: "If I cannot be a hermit, I am going to become a nun.

What would you say, if you saw me enter a convent to-morrow ?" "I should say that you would leave it the day after to-morrow." "You have no confidence in my resolutions ?" "When they are unwise, no." "I can only form unwise ones, according to you ?" "According to me, you waltz admirably.

When a person waltzes as you do, it's an art, almost a virtue." "Is it customary to flatter one's friends ?" "I am not flattering you.

I never speak a single word to you that I have not carefully weighed, and that is not the most earnest expression of my thought.