But El Capitan Carroll is best of all.

I must have it always: El Capitan Carroll!" "Always ?" He colored like a boy.
"Why not ?" He was confusedly trying to look through her brown lashes; she was parrying him with the steel of her father's glance.

"Come! Well! Captain Carroll! It was not to tell me your name--that I knew already was pretty--Car-roll!" she murmured again, caressing him with her lashes; "it was not for this that you asked me to meet you face to face in this--cold"-- she made a movement of drawing her lace over her shoulders--"cold daylight.

That belonged to the lights and the dance and the music of last night.

It is not for this you expect me to leave my guests, to run away from Monsieur Garnier, who pays compliments, but whose name is not pretty--from Mr.Raymond, who talks OF me when he can't talk TO me.