Shall we ?" Her tones grew seductively conciliatory.
La Boulaye half turned from her, and his smouldering eye fell upon "The Discourses" lying on the grass.

He stooped and picked up the volume.
The act might have seemed symbolical.

For a moment he had cast aside his creed to woo a woman, and now that she had denied him he returned to Rousseau, and gathered up the tome almost in penitence at his momentary defection.
"I am quite myself, Mademoiselle," he answered quietly.

His cheeks were flushed, but beyond that, his excitement seemed to have withered.

"It is you who yesternight, for one brief moment and again to-day--were not yourself, and to that you owe it that I have spoken to you as I have done." Between these two it would seem as the humour of the one waned, that of the other waxed.