6/12 "You remind me of Diana." "Compliments ?" quoth she, her eyebrows going up and her eyes beaming with surprise and delight. "Compliments from La Boulaye! But surely it is the end of the world. Tell me, mon ami," she begged, greedily angling for more, "in what do I remind you of the sylvan goddess ?" "In the scantiness of your raiment, Citoyenne," he answered acidly. "It sorts better with Arcadia than with Paris." Her eyebrows came down, her cheeks flushed with resentment and discomfiture. To cover this she flung her roses among the papers of his writing-table, and dropping into a chair she fanned herself vigorously. |