"What, you are a Gascon! and yet are not vain enough to suppose that when I saw you at the Porte St. Antoine, on the day of Salcede's execution, I liked your looks."
Ernanton reddened, and looked confused.
The lady went on. "That I met you in the street, and found you handsome."
Ernanton grew scarlet.
"That afterward, when you brought me a message from my brother, I liked you."
"Madame, I never thought so, I protest."
"Then you were wrong," said the lady, turning on him two eyes which flashed through her mask.
Ernanton clasped his hands.
"Madame, are you mocking me?" cried he.
"Ma foi! no. The truth is, that you pleased me."