"Yes, all is easy for a man; it is so different for a woman. What were you saying before, monsieur?" added she, carelessly, and pulling off her glove to show a beautiful hand, at once plump and taper.
"I said, madame, that without having seen your face, I know who you are, and without fear of making a mistake, may say that I love you."
"Then you are sure that I am her whom you expected to find here?"
"My heart tells me so."
"Then you know me?"
"Yes."
"Really! you, a provincial, only just-arrived, you already know the women of Paris?"
"In all Paris, madame, I know but one."
"And that is me?"
"I believe so."