Surely, Monsieur, I did never bid you come, or promise you a greeting." "No," he admitted regretfully, "'t is, alas, true,"; and his eyes seemed to regain something of their old audacity.

"But there was that about our parting,--you recall it, Toinette, in the shadow of the castle wall ?--which did afford me hope.

No one so fair as you can be without heart." She laughed softly, as though his words recalled memories of other days, pressing back her hair within its ribbon.
"Such art of compliment seems more in place at Montreal than here.
This is a land of deeds, not words, Monsieur.

Yet, even though I confess your conclusion partially true, what cause does it yield why you should seek a quarrel with my good friend, John Wayland ?" "You know him, then ?" he asked, in quick astonishment.
"Know him! Do you think I should be here otherwise?
Fie, Captain de Croix, that you, the very flower of the French court, should express so poor a thought of one you profess to respect so highly!" He looked from one to the other of us, scarce knowing whether she were laughing at him or not.
"_Sacre_!" he exclaimed at last.

"I believe it not, Mademoiselle.