To have him here opposite to me at this moment, mine, belonging to me, the slave of my will, I would give--well, I would give--a year of my life--my new tiara--anything!" "What a pity," he murmured, "that we cannot make an exchange, you and I, Lucille and he!" "Ah, Lucille!" she murmured.

"Well, she is beautiful.

That goes for much.

And she has the grand air.

But, heavens, how stupid!" "Stupid!" he repeated doubtfully.
She drummed nervously upon the tablecloth with her fingers.
"Oh, not stupid in the ordinary way, of course, but yet a fool.