"I have been standing looking at you for five minutes at least." "How fortunate that I gave you the key!" she declared.

"I don't suppose I should ever have heard you.

Now please stand there in the light and let me look at you." "Why ?" "I want to look at a man who has had supper with Mademoiselle Idiale." He shrugged his shoulders.
"Am I supposed to be a wanderer out of Paradise, then ?" She looked at him doubtfully.
"They tell strange stories about her," she said; "but oh, she is so beautiful! If I were a man, I should fall in love with her if she even looked my way." "Then I am glad," he answered, "that I am less impressionable." "And you are not in love with her ?" she asked eagerly.
"Why should I be ?" he laughed.

"She is like a wonderful picture, a marvelous statue, if you will.

Everything about her is faultless.
But one looks at these things calmly enough, you know.