Rudolph Von Behrling was an honest fellow enough until he looked into your eyes.

Mademoiselle, you have gifts which might, perhaps, have driven from his senses a stronger man." Louise smiled, but there was no suggestion of mirth in the curl of her lips.

Her eyes all the time sought his questioningly.

She did not understand.
"You flatter me, Baron," she murmured.
"No, I do not flatter you, I speak the truth.

This plain talking is pleasant enough when the time comes that one may indulge in it.
That time, I think, is now.