"It really looks like it."
"You have not yet told me what you think of her, Morand," persisted Maurice.
"I thought her very pale," replied he.
Maurice retook the arm of Geneviève, to descend toward the court. In the dark staircase it seemed to him that Geneviève kissed his hand.
"Ha! what does that mean, Geneviève?"
"It means, Maurice, that I shall never forget that to gratify a whim of mine you have risked your life."
"Oh!" said Maurice, "what exaggeration, Geneviève! Between you and me, you well know that gratitude is not the sentiment I wish to inspire you with."
Geneviève pressed his arm softly.
Morand followed with faltering steps.