Your penetration does you infinite credit, Mrs.Stanford.I was with Madame Millefleur." Rose stood glaring at him, white and panting with rage too intense for words.

Reginald Stanford stood up, meeting her fierce regards with wonderful coolness.
"You're not going to tear my hair out, are you, Rose?
You see the way of it was this: Coming from the office where I have the honour to be clerk--thanks to my marriage--I met Madame Millefleur, that most bewitching and wealthy of French widows.

She is in love with me, my dear.

It may seem unaccountable to you how any one can be in love with me, but the fact is so.

She is in love with me almost as much as pretty Rose Danton was once upon a time, and gave me an invitation to accompany her to the opera last night.