"You should know that--you, Mademoiselle.

Life for me means one thing and one thing only!" She looked at him, for a moment, and down upon the tablecloth.

Von Behrling shook like a man in the throes of some great passion.
"We talk too intimately," she whispered, as the people began to file in to take their places.

"After luncheon we will take our coffee in my coupe.

Then, if you like, we will speak of these matters.